I got home after a day which proved a little more frustrating than normal to find something in my mailbox. I immediately smiled and rushed up the stairs to my apartment.
Now, I’d not be a valid user of the interwebs if I didn’t do some sort of documented clichéd unwrapping now, would I?
Here we go.
Are you ready? Oh. Of course you are.
Did you want to get a drink, snack, before we starte… no, no, of course. Let’s get this done and out of the way.
This is what the parcel looked like as I retrieved it from my little mailbox.
I read over the label out of interest, knowing what was inside but not knowing what state it’d be in. And so I started unwrapping it.
Nice and tidy wrapping job.
Anticipation builds. I must be careful as I unwrap it…
More wrapping! I do love a good wrap job. This decidedly qualifies.
Even more protection! By now it’s clear what the parcel’s contents involve… but what, oh what, could it ever be?
No dust jacket, and that was expected. Plus, this is my introduction to this type of collection.
‘Cmon. Guess. What is it? Guess, guess, guess! At least guess the author. If you get that wrong you really haven’t been keeping up with my blog.
Yes, I already had a copy of this. A recent copy.
An unusual Canadian first edition from 1946! :D
I’M SORRY, I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE AWESOME. I NEED TO GO AND READ NOW.
And, naturally, there’s only one proper way to read this book:
(Yes, I’m sure purists will balk at the smoke in such proximity to the pages… however this was acquired to enjoy, not as an investment or a discussion piece.)