Through a Glass, Darkly

I came home today to find The Joys of Love by Madeleine L’Engle on my front step. Well, it was in a box. But you know what I mean. I don’t know what exactly was wrong with me today, but there was crying and a near panic attack and bad news and my day was not nearly as bad as all of that sounds, but it was not an excellent day, either.

But now! Now I have in my hands a new Madeleine L’Engle book, one that I have never read before. One that was never published before. Internet! I can hardly stand it! I will be back when I have had time to finish it.