One person’s trash is another person’s treasure:
I couldn’t believe my luck. I opened facebook, as you do, and happened upon a post in a neighborhood page. It didn’t have anything to do with anything I was interested in, but for some reason, I clicked on it, then kept scrolling through that page.
Three posts down, my heart skipped a beat. My palms got a little sweaty. I felt warm all over. The post read something like, “FREE – 10 Anne Rice books.” There was a picture.
There they were. In all their hardbound glory. My eyes searched the post. How long ago had it been posted? Had anyone liked it yet? Were there any comments? Did it really say FREE? I checked over and over; all of this took only a few seconds, but it felt longer.
I replied, as quickly as my fingers could fly across the keyboard, “Are these still available? If so, I would like them, please.”
<Keep your cool, Kristy. Don’t freak out. Breathe.>
I distracted myself by scrolling through my newsfeed, pretending to be completely disinterested in the result of my reply.
Totally. Not. Interested.
Ten minutes later, I heard the little “bleep-boop” indicating I had a message waiting for me in messenger. It’s cool. No big deal. They’re probably already gone anyway.
“I’ll leave them in a box on my porch, what time would like to come get them?”
<OMG> <pause> <pause> <pause>
“Um, I’ll be by later this afternoon.”
<That was totally chill, well done.>
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A dozen books. By one of the greats. By someone whose writing started it all for me.
Anne Rice. The Vampire Chronicles. Those books are my inspiration. They fed my soul when I was younger, and I can’t wait to dive back into them now.
This must be some sort of sign. Right?
PS. Thanks, Anne.
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