I got home from Open House, the first in two years, and found the usual.
I’m the worst when it comes to ordering books on Amazon. The click of a button on my phone is too easy. When it comes to books, I am guilty of the need for, or maybe habit of instant gratification. And in the process, I have contributed to the super wealth of Jeff Bezos and the decline of Western Civilization.
My excuse for this reprehensible behavior is because it is not for me, but for readers in my classroom.
Today’s package was different. I have no excuse.
I was unabashedly thrilled to find these books, all for me.
Thanks to Elisabeth Ellington’s Top Ten reads, my bedside table is comfortably stacked.