For well over a year now I’ve been talking with the people at my local Borders about carrying my books. For some unfathomable reason, they couldn’t seem to pull off getting them in the store. One manager left and a new one took over. Then their system showed that my books were simply unavailable (Panic! What do you MEAN unavailable??).  They even wanted me to do a book signing for their educator’s week but couldn’t get my books in stock (nothing to sign, no signing!). It’s crazy making, let me tell you, to have books in a warehouse far, far away and be completely unable to get them here.

Last week, I stopped at Borders and did my usual check of the shelves, ever hopeful. And this time I was rewarded with:

Yes, I am a dork and I took pictures of them! Note that my colonial book is snuggled up close to The American Story by Jennifer Armstrong (who was a fellow Cybils judge). Yes, I know that our last names being so close in the alphabetical world is the reason for this, but it was a fun coincidence nonetheless.