Okay, so I don’t actually have a jeep for sale, cheap or otherwise. That’s the last line from one of my favorite picture books, Nancy Shaw’s rompy rhyme Sheep in a Jeep, delightfully illustrated by Margot Apple.

But, even though I’m not hawking a jeep today, I am selling something. And selling it cheap even.

You see, I have over 900 copies of a certain book sitting in boxes in my basement. I would love to see that number dwindle. I would love to have those books out in the world being read instead of moldering in a cinderblock room.

Since Advent begins in just over a month, I thought now would be a good time to peddle some books on the church year. Through the end of November, I’m offering them for $3 each, including shipping (unless you live outside the U.S, in which case we’ll have to talk).

If you already have a copy, thank you thank you thank you. If you don’t, well then, you really should take me up on this offer. And you can buy more than one: they’d make a great gift, especially at this time of year (not to mention this price; did I say three dollars?).

I feel sort of shilly writing this post. I’m not a salesperson. If I had to live on a commission, I would die. Of starvation. Or exposure.

But I risk shilling because it would please my husband no end to see the number of books in our basement shrink. He’s not so keen on the box wall I’ve erected down there. (See how selfless I am? Thinking of him instead of myself?)

Seriously, though, friends, I would love to get this book into your hands, or the hands of your mom or friend or neighbor or pastor. I think it’s worth reading (I wouldn’t have spent a year and a half of my life writing it if I didn’t), and I hope it will deepen your relationship with Christ and your connection to Christians who have observed these seasons for the past two millenia.

I’m offering it to you for the cost of shipping as a way of saying thank you for your faithfulness in reading my blog. Your reading supports my writing: in the humbling face of boxes of remaindered books every time I go downstairs to toss in another load of laundry, I can laugh (most of the time), largely because you all encourage me so much simply by reading my words.

And if you feel inclined to shrink the number of boxes of remaindered books in my basement, that would also be very encouraging. Very, very encouraging.

So if you would like a copy or two (or ten or 80 or 900), please send me an email and let me know how many you’d like, if and to whom you’d like me to inscribe them, and your mailing address.

Let the book binge begin (I hope).