That was July 4th.
Today, it finally arrived. I’d started preparing Monday’s passive-aggressive email to Black Library’s customer service where I would tell them, in such sugary sweet tones you’d become diabetic just reading it, to please dig up my book so I can do that long overdue review of it for my blog. Pretty please.
But no such luck, a note in my mailbox informed me that a parcel was awaiting me at the local post office, so off I went, happy as a clam, to pick up my parcel. Which, when I picked it up, was suitably crunched and my hopes of writing that email skyrocketed.
It’s my book. And now, I’m going to read it.