This is a pretty cool subscriber program. Steph sold me on the idea and today my first Indiespensable shipment arrived. They promised a signed first edition of Freedom in a slipcase custom designed for Indiespensable, an exclusive printing of part 1 of Paul Murray's novel Skippy Dies, and other special surprises (which turned out to be the bag of Stumptown coffee you above). It all feels like a present! Even though I paid for it. And it is only part 1 of this book I really want to read. And they include a reminder of a special discount if you buy the whole shebang. Doesn't matter. Something really satisfying about this box's contents.
If only it had come a little earlier in the day. You see, it is pouring rain here today in DC and the nice UPS man was running behind. He usually drops my book packages before the husband arrives home but today it was after. It does not really matter I suppose. He can see the volume of books in the house. I do not hide them. And he hears the children openly mocking me on the days I do not receive bookish love - "Oh, poor Mom did not get any books today!" But there is something about actually seeing them arrive. The raised eyebrows. The exasperated "Now what?" So I gave him that fantastic smelling coffee. He seemed appeased. For now.