Well, in my dream life, he does.
This morning, almost making us late for school, the nice Purolator man did indeed bring books. My books:
I need some copies to hawk around, and – I think – to give away as freebies on Goodreads.
Receiving the proof copy somehow felt more momentous, but this is actually what all this work has been leading to – holding a copy of my own book in my hand. It’s very exciting, but there’s no time to stop and think about it…