These kind of days don’t come around very often, once a year or two, when an author will put out a book that compels me to run out and buy the hardcover on pub day. The pool of authors is small, rarely added to, sometimes removed. It’s a personal choice. This book has to live in MY apartment on MY shelves, and I move a lot, so this is all to say, these kind of days don’t come around very often. It’s like a very-highly-specific-almost-age-inappropriate-somewhat-nerdy holiday that you can celebrate with only your closest of friends… friends who you have also indoctrinated into the cult of that particular author.

It might not be “the best” of her work, stand up to my favorites, or have a intrinsic value greater than any other book I should be reading (or have any intrinsic value at all), but it has value to me; the ritual, the feeling of supporting artists I love, the way a shiny-new-hardback can turn an hour of infuriating “waiting around” into something pleasurable to enjoy alongside an afternoon snack.

I hope you have some books and authors like this in your life, friends.