The Universe Is Conspiring For Me This Time

One of the carrots I dangled in front of myself during NaNoWriMo–besides the warm-fuzzy of self-discipline and focus–was that when I was done I could dive into Susan Wiggs‘ Lakeshore Christmas on my Kindle. Her books are always my go-to reading when I either need complete escape or total reward. I figured that after the November I had I’d need both. So I actually bought the book weeks ago and watched it taunt and tease me all month.

Then today, surfing the web in the joy of having finished at last I saw this:

It seems that even Amazon was in on my master plan, pushing me to make my goal.

I’d be a little creeped out if I weren’t so highly amused.

(Yes, my ego is officially out of bounds.)