You know how when you imagine winning the lottery, you have that little twinge of fear that you would drive down to the lottery office in Austin on a Saturday, after your bank has closed, and have to drive back to Waco with a valuable check in your glove compartment and keep it in your possesion until the bank opened at 9:00 on Monday? Every second all you are thinking is about how the world knows you are an almost millionaire, all you have to do is deposit that check which could be easily stolen from your car that doesn't have an alarm system? (Yes, I have a very overactive financial imagination.)
I've had that feeling for the past few hours. Today at work we received the Advanced Readers copy of A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini, the second book by the author of The Kite Runner. It's in my room right now and all I can think of are the hordes of literary barbarians here on Sanger Avenue that would become ravenous with envy if they discovered what was in my possesion. They might do anything to get to it.