I got a package yesterday. It was a large, padded envelope that had been ripped open, stapled shut again, and labeled like so:
I'm sorry, too, The Postal Service. I'm sorry, too.
You see, said "damage" to my article resulted in me receiving the Simon & Schuster Fall catalog (yay!) and just one ARC in the envelope instead of the catalog with two ARCs that my editor sent me (boo!).
I'm going to assume that since no one could have guessed the contents, they didn't intentionally mutilate the package in order to steal my ARC. I'm also assuming that it fell out by accident and is somewhere within the belly of the USPS waiting to be returned to me. I've been in contact with USPS and have filed a report. So maybe, just maybe, it will turn up (all mangled) four weeks from now.
Hey, it could happen, right?
The good news in all this is that even though I didn't get my two ARCs, I did get one. And it is PRETTY FRICKEN COOL, I have to say. The whole family here decided to give it some love and attention!
Here's the FREEFALL ARC and me, chilling in front of my house:
And here's Oz sniffing the ARC and Angelus hiding from it:
Niña is posing behind it and Neko is relaxing beside it:
And Dwayne. . . Oh, hey! What's that you're reading? Anything good?
