I'm thankful today for my Postcards from Penguin box that came in the mail.
I opened it up and practically jumped for joy. It's a neat box (I love a well-designed box) filled to the brim with postcards, each one a replica of a famous Penguin/Pelican book. I probably won't be sending them out any time soon but rather flipping through them with probable ridiculous pleasure. Already, I've pulled these to show you:
|My life right now
|my favorite writer, perhaps, of all time
|What would happen if this book were to be published today?
It's the small things.