I finished the re-read of Shirley Jackson's We Have Always Live in the Castle. My copy (well, one of my copies and the one in this photograph) was a gift from Peter Straub. It was signed by Jackson to Bernard Malamud in September 1962, who later donated it to the Bennington College Library. And at some point they actually got rid of it.
What else can I possibly say about a day that simply exploded in my face?