So, I’ve been cleaning and organizing my bedroom and office, since both have fallen into a state of utter shame and disrepair during these last couple weeks. At one point, I went through my books (I’ve said on numerous occasions that I have a pitifully small supply, compared to most writers, somewhere in the 100-200). But as I was going through them, I came upon something very special.
Yes, almost everyone I know owns at least one of the HP books…
But this one’s signed.
I don’t have anything from my grandparents. Nothing treasured and passed down. But I do have this. My mother was in a bookstore one day, a little over a decade ago, and called me to say a woman was signing books there. I hadn’t heard of J.K. Rowling, or of Harry Potter yet, but my mom decided to go ahead and get me a copy. There was hardly a line. And that’s one of the reasons it’s so precious. It was just a matter of luck and timing, at a time when Rowling was just another up and coming author.
So, what’s your most precious book?
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