A Novel Idea

As she tore open the first box, Genevieve felt an unusual sensation ripple through her hair and across her face, almost like a window had been left open and an unexpected breeze had blown through.
"Dad? Mom?" she inquired, looking around the windowless storage room. Nothing or no one was around.
That was weird. Oh well.
Genevieve enthusiastically reached into the box, as she realized the book she was about to hold in her hand was one she had been anticipating for a whole year.