As soon as I got my author copies of The Love of Three Oranges, I gave a copy to my parents. From that day in May until a few days ago, that copy has sat on their coffee table.

A few days ago, they had straightened up and finally moved it to the bookshelf.

Then, on Saturday, I brought them their copy of Daddy Issues. Later, I noticed they had put it on the coffee table in the exact same spot that Three Oranges had vacated. I fully expect it to stay there for a while.

Weirdly, I’m finding this inspirational. If I can somehow keep releasing books at a rate that exceeds the frequency that my parents tidy up, I can ensure that one of my books is always on their coffee table.

It’s something to shoot for, anyway.