My Amazon box came today (possibly the fastest shipment from them ever) containing lovely books by the lovely
matociquala and
truepenny. (Or "Kitty and mullet" and "silly floofy shirt", as I introduced them to Steven, but it was said with much affection. I sure I will someday regret teasing my friends' otherwise delightful cover art.)
I don't know what possesses people to make a white hardback, though. Do they really think that dust jacket is going to stay on for more than five minutes after I start reading? Do they not know that my house is full of cats, coffee, and art supplies?
Don't I have library books I need to read first?