First of all, I’ve been meaning to write this post for about, oh, three months now? Yeah, sounds about right. I don’t often get the urge to post anymore, but this was sufficiently cool (and puzzling, let’s be honest) that I felt the need. Also, I wanted to show Abigail the pretty book that she sent me. (Which I shall soon be sending to her in turn, with cookies, because The Internets Provide.)
So, some context: Back in January (I think?) Pajiba published an article about J.J. Abrams’ new book S., which is this crazy interactive book experiment where there are like five texts in one, and the book comes pre-stuffed with inserts that pull you deeper into the story, and the whole thing is ridiculously well put together and enticing. I had been on the waiting list at my library for a couple of months at this point, but the article made me very concerned about the inserts for some reason. I’m not sure exactly how I thought it would be handled, but in response to my concern, Abigail very kindly offered to use an Amazon gift card to send me the book in exchange for me being her guinea pig and letting her know how the experience went (and if it would be worth it for her to read it).
But the WEIRDEST THING happened when it was delivered. Actually, the day before I’d gotten another package in the same manner. I came home to find a note on my door, and all it said was ‘Balcony.’ Look, I live on the third floor of my apartment building. My balcony is not accessible by stairs. The only way to get onto it is through my apartment. And yet, with my brain going whaaaaaaa?, I entered my apartment, went out onto the balcony and sure enough: there was a package on the ground. It was just . . . there. And I’m seriously freaking out. HOW DID IT GET UP THERE!!??!?