I went to a dinner last night. Some really rich guy spoke and gave everyone a signed copy of his book. I’d seen this guy before so I ended up taking home a second copy of . . . well, I’m not going to name it.
Later that night, I decided to turn my second copy into a book safe, you know, one of those “cut out the middle pages to make a secret hiding place” book safes. So I did it. Two hours later I had myself my very own hidden book compartment.
At first, I was really proud I still had all my fingers (me + razors = usage of Johnson & Johnson products).
And then, I was more proud that I destroyed a perfectly good 2007 book, retail value: $49.95. Current value: priceless.
Then, today, my mom e-mailed me and told me not to make a book safe out of it--I think she may have overheard talking to my sister--because she plans to give the high value book away. Um ok.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do. Maybe I’ll give my mom my first copy.
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