You never quite know what’s going to arrive in the mail at the offices. Recently I received a stunning handmade wooden memorial for Pritchard, my late Boykin spaniel, from a reader in Madisonville, Louisiana, that truly stole my breath. There are always letters. Once we received a very pregnant-looking USPS box stuffed with black walnuts, and there have been countless country hams and numerous garage-crafted duck calls. But one constant is a litany of new books from publishers.
