I scored pretty good from Santa this year. Three CS Lewis books, a one-hundred-year-old book on rural England, and a pair of socks. Hey. Don't judge me. They were Smart Wools. So guess I won't be standing in the ol' return line this week.
And if you lived in Germany, you wouldn't have to either, because instead you could simply stop at a vending machine.
Here's the dealio . . . book retailer Hugendubel teamed up with Bastei Lübbe (a German trade publisher) and came up with a brilliant idea. All you do is bring your unwanted gift to their vending machine, pop it in, then choose from one of seven bestselling titles and voila! You get a book that you want instead of some stupid brick of fruitcake from your great-aunt-once-removed.
Did you get anything under the tree this year that you'd like to trade-in for a book?
I hear voices. Loud. Incessant. And very real. Which basically gives me
two options: choke back massive amounts of Prozac or write fiction. I chose the
latter. Way cheaper. I've been writing since I discovered blank wall space and
Crayolas. I seek to glorify God in all that I write...except for that graffiti
phase I went through as a teenager. Oops. Did I say that out loud?