I have a few theories about what happened.
- Willie Nelson read my blog and was so happy that I wished him a happy birthday that he scoured my blog for appropriate gifts and noticed that someone else thought I would enjoy this book, and express mailed it from the US so it arrived the same day! How thoughtful is that!
- The person who sent it to me deliberately mentioned the book to me via the blog to create a sense of anticipation so that when I opened the parcel I wouldn't say, "Huh? What kind of stupid book is this??", but rather, "Oh my god, it's that book I was recommended!" This is also very thoughtful, although I must say somewhat reckless. What if I had read the earlier recommendation and rushed out and bought the book myself? Possible, though admittedly unlikely, as this would require a level of enthusiasm, initiative, and non-niggardliness that most people familar enough with me to mail me a book would know that I do not possess. (Phew - that sentence got a little complex. Anyone know an editor?)
- The recommendation was made by myself subsequent to reading the book, but using my skillz as a l33t hax0r to make the recommendation appear to be dated before the book arrived just to mess with your minds. You're in the Matrix!
- The book itself is some kind of Celestine Prophecy-esque revelation of the ultimate nature of reality which will allow me to actually travel in time (and listen to the crack of infinitives splitting as I do so) and recommend the book to myself before I have read it.
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