In 2012 I made my first visit to my UK publisher, HarperCollinsUK. The editors there are lavish with their books, happily bestowing their favorite titles on visiting authors. When asked if there was any title in particular I longed for, I pointed to a shelf filled with copies of Bernard Cornwell’s not-yet-released title, 1356. I began to read it, hungrily, on the tube ride back to my flat. A week later I attended a conference in London where Bernard was signing his books, and I was one of the first in line.
So, a gift from the publisher, signed by the author. I call that a bargain.