I have to confess that at the advice of Kelly Gehart, the lovely and talented marketing specialist at my publisher, Momentum Books, I keyed on a Google Alert for my name and the title of the book. In case you've been living in Amish country, the alert can "alert" you either daily, weekly or monthly, whatever to the information you input being searched on the web. This is helpful if you're an unknown hack desperately seeking support and/or love from SOMEBODY regarding your quickly evaporating pub--or whatever your interest may be. Anyhoo, I saw an alert (it comes by email) that my book was for sale on Craigslist, which forgive me, but shouldn't there be some kind of apostrophe in that title? I was struck to see the book was being discounted to the nearly wholesale price of 15 clams, but it was the description that had me snorting java through my nose. Read on:
Eight Dogs Named Jack by Joe Borri and fourteen other storides from the Detroit streets and Michigan wilderness.
Hard cover and jacket. Excellent condition. (Was $24.95 new.) Hardly read as mother-in-law started to read it but found it was too dirty.
She said to get ride of it.
We are near the Detroit Zoo.
Thanks,
I'll tell you what, grammatical deficiency aside, this dude needs to grow a pair and tell his mother-in-law that we all didn't grow up in the pretty "zoo world" she lives in. Hey, I kid. But wow, did this make me laugh. Better hurry--at this price, smut like mine is sure to sell.
3 comments:
Well, I just closed my eyes during the really dirty parts.
Let 'em say what they want, as long as they spell your name right.
Haha!!! That's got me laughing out loud! You should frame the email. (Found you through P.J.'s site.)
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