A brick of books. Author copies. Twenty-eight, to be exact, sitting where UPS dumped the box, in the fresh, deep pile of snow at the head of the driveway. The cardboard was soaked around the edges.
But the books were dry, miraculously. That novel is watertight.
Jean Zimmerman 
Ahhhh, that new book smell! I am looking forward to it!
Yipee!