A person who attended a workshop I presented last summer has kept in touch with me. I guess you’d call him a fan. I was impressed with me, and I guess my workshop made a big difference in his life.

Anyway, he wrote last week to tell me that he’d found something Bond-related at a yard sale and he’d like to send it to me, could I please send my address?

Yesterday, a package arrived. In it were ten hardcover Ian Fleming first editions (all the novels except Live and Let Die and Diamonds Are Forever). First editions! I almost fell out of my chair.

The dust jackets are a little damaged, most of them have a horizontal black line or two in magic marker, making me think that once, long ago, a toddler had a marker and ran down a row of a bookcase with it. Most of the dust jackets also have small tears. The books themselves appear to be in perfect condition.

Needless to say, I am stunned by the generosity and the serendipity of this gift.