I did order some things to be sent there and it sprouts local newspapers twice a week, so sometimes it's not all stainless aluminum sterility, but it's generally blah.
Not so on Friday. On Friday it sprouted a little present. A tiny package marked 'books' from Canada. But not a book. An empty personal journal, all very un-US in style and exotic. All the way from British Columbia. Someone was thinking of me out there and that was very, very cool. I felt loved. And writerly.