There was little on the outside to indicate its contents. I receive boxes on a fairly regular basis, but they tend to be sent to my place of work and not to my home.
It was curious, the box. Unmarked for the most part, with only the faintest indication of a return address.
American Library Association
Seemed strange. We’ve an ALA Conference coming up in July, but while I may be attending, my presence there is hardly required by anyone. Why would ALA send me something? For reasons unknowable but that probably indicate some flaw in the human mind, I suddenly had the mad image of opening the box to find a large stuffed blue bear inside.
Curious to see whether or not this image had any basis in reality (it didn’t) I had the box opened.
My book. I’ve read about moments like this. When authors will come home to boxes, open them up, and find copies of their own books inside. It’s a staple of the authorial blog, really. It’s their "Freebird". That bloggable moment they can turn to again and again. But for me, this is the first time this kind of thing has ever happened before. I was touched. My little book, Children’s Literature Gems: Choosing and Using Them in Your Library Career. It’s an ALA Editions title, with a library and library school market primarily in mind, but it’s mine. It’s out in June. It’s here in my home.