I got a book delivered to me today. Delivered sometime before 9am, which is the first weirdness. The second weirdness is that it showed up at all. It was addressed to me without any credentials such as “Dawn Friedman, ePregnancy Magazine,” which I guess would have gone a little ways to explain why I received it. I didn’t order it. I don’t remember asking to review it. I don’t remember ever talking to this particular publisher about other review books (although I wrote to them yesterday about another book) and there was no note in the envelope to explain why I got it. I don’t know the author either. The book’s release date was yesterday.
The tome in question is: Raising America: Experts, Parents and a Century of Advice About Children by Ann Hulbert. I wonder why I got it???
I have two kids and a delightfully odd husband, Brett. My children are Noah (born to us in 1997) and Madison (born to her first mom, Pennie, in 2004 and brought to our family through a domestic, open adoption). They are my inspiration and also the reason I don't get more done around here.
I'm a writer and sometimes I get published, which is a nice thing. I write for joy, I write for money and when I'm very lucky, both things happen at the same time. My work appears in national publications including Yoga Journal, Disney's Family.com, Utne, Wondertime, Brain Child and Salon. Currently I am working on a book about my daughter's adoption and seeking representation for the proposal. I also own Smart Cookie Communications with my husband.
witchy
May 2nd, 2003 at 12:22 pm
LOL sorry, guess it really isn’t funny (but you’ll probably find out a friend sent it to you), but I laugh, Because of the weirdness of it. (and a book, ANY book in the mail, is Good
Andi
May 2nd, 2003 at 5:17 pm
Hey! I just read a very interesting review of this book in this week’s New Yorker and was actually thinking of going out an buying myself a copy today! But maybe I’ll just wait for it to magically appear, unbidden, in the mail.