I also received the following books:
- Ama Ata Aidoo: Changes: A Love Story
- Paul Bowles: The Sheltering Sky
- Gwendolyn Brooks: Maud Martha
- Dee Brown: Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West
- Italo Calvino: Invisible Cities
- Victor Hugo: Les Miserables (plus accent marks that I don't feel like hunting around for the proper HTML codes for right now)
- Ken Kesey: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
- L. M. Montgomery: The Blue Castle
- Marilynne Robinson: Gilead
- Muriel Spark: Loitering with Intent
- August Strindberg: Five Plays: The Father, Miss Julie, The Dance of Death, A Dream Play, and The Ghost Sonata
Mostly though, I'm extremely excited about the bookcase. Maybe I should have been expecting to receive it, because usually if I ask for something unusual and my mother isn't going to give it to me, she tells me ahead of time, "I'm not going to buy you that because _____ [it's too expensive or too hard to find or too hard to know what kind I'd like best, etc.]" so that I won't spend my birthday or Christmas being disappointed about not getting something that I expected to get. But I don't want to spend it being disappointed either, so it's safer to try to prepare myself for not getting it. But I did get it!
I think it's worth turning 30 to get a new bookcase. I might even be willing to turn 31 tomorrow in exchange for another bookcase. I could probably use another. Can that be arranged? But then I might also need a new apartment to fit it in, and moving is no fun. I've resolved never to move again until it's into a place that I'll own.
I gave Stardust canned kitten food in lieu of birthday cake, but she still didn't refrain from biting me. Maybe she knows that my 30-year birthday is also her estimated 4-month birthday, which means she's ready for her 4-month vaccinations now, and I will be subjecting her to them soon.