Unless I'm forgetting someone else's upcoming book, which is entirely possible, as I am a flake. Any old way:
Yes, it's more or less the day you've been waiting for. Not when you can actually buy and read the book, but rather the day you can pre-order the book. And then later, weeks after the check or whatever has cleared, you get a book in the mail. And say, "Hooray! Free book!" At least if you're me, and have the memory of a goldfish, and never, ever look at your check or whatever statements, as you find them depressing.
Yes, I suck at the sales pitch. The Author (doesn't that sound cool? The Author.) does a much finer job of it. And this flattery will, with luck, keep her from noticing the
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I expect I can bribe her with more Pixies and Robin Harris cds.
And wouldn't you want to read the thoughts of someone who likes the Pixies and Robin Harris?
Er, is anyone else out there familiar with both of 'em?
Update: And while we're not on the subject, Twin Cities readers are reminded that tomorrow night brings you an opportunity to
booze it up meet and greet Abigail Garner, from 5:30 to 7:00 p.m at Kieran's Irish Pub.
And I'll refrain from making any jokes about boozing it up with Jen.
Except for that one.