Har! Look what the tide washed in, me hearties!
Precious booty, indeed—a box of my author's copies of Alias Hook, freshly arrived from my publisher in the UK. It is, without doubt and irrefutably, a book!
I would love to let them sift through my fingers like gold doubloons, to dive into them like Scrooge McDuck in his money bin! But in the interest of common sense and physical possibility (those old killjoys), I guess I'll have to content myself with rapt gazing.
This is a hugely exciting moment in the life cycle of an ink-stained wretch (or ink-stained wench, as my friend Vinnie calls us). But it's not THE most exciting moment. That's the one that comes next, and it can only be achieved with audience participation.
Let the Reading begin!