My very first copy of Love, Fiercely arrived today by express mail, deposited beneath the tree at the top of the driveway, and it is more beautiful than I imagined it would be: buffed and burnished, fern green and warm black and gold. It looks to be the perfect size to slip into the pocket of an old corduroy jacket. I don’t know that I have to read it, having read it so many times in the course of writing it, but I’m tempted to, it just looks so nice.