More fun with packages!  Today, the Absinthe and the Hunt joined the serried ranks of angelic prose on my shelves.  I owe the Maranto, Black, and Johnson texts an apology; I said that they were a little improvised in format.  That wasn't improvised.  This is improvised.  May the writing inside be captivating and engaging enough to make me forget that it's crazy-looking!

Oh, man, I totally want to order more books.  I've forgotten what an undented paycheck looks like.