And the winner of The Years With Ross by James Thurber is:
Christina!
I wish I could send something to everyone who entered, but as I haven't even sent a Christmas card to my grandmother yet, I can but blow good wishes your way. (Andy, I gave the hat a special shake in honor of Jordana's youngest, but it didn't cooperate).
There are plenty more oddball or esoteric tomes that we inherited from the former owners, so stay tuned. I think we'll have more giveaways in the future.
3 comments:
Hooray! I can't wait to read it, although maybe I should wrap it up as a birthday present for my dear husband.
Oh, man - I went on a hard Thurber kick for about two years around the end of high school, and was already a New Yorker gossip addict. So this one was special for me. Imagine my surprise, years later, to read other NYer writers dissing it as being monumentally self-serving. "The Years with Thurber," one wag called it. No matter. A fine thing to win.
Matthew, I recall reading that E.B. White was one of those who thought Thurber had written more about himself than about Ross. I, knowing nothing about Ross, enjoyed the book thoroughly, but it wasn't enough of a classic to make it painful to give away. I thought of it as spreading the love.
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