Wednesday, October 3
I loooved the Del Rey Discover series, where they highlighted upcoming authors in sci-fi/fantasy. I subscribe to the Del Rey online newsletter, and can I just say that I UNDERSTAND that Terry Brooks is a big cash cow for Random House. I get that.
How lovely it must be for Mr. Brooks to never need a colonoscopy, because Random House is eternally vigilant and seems permanently lodged firmly between his butt cheeks. If there's trouble, some hapless Random House minion will be the first to spot it.
Maybe I just never caught the Shanarra bug. Maybe if I had, I would be thrilled that he is in every single newsletter. I just don't care.
Bring on the new stuff! No, NEW-new, not recycled into a new title. Fresh.
Jonesin' for sci-fi. That's me.
Naomi Novick's new book is out and I have no money. or time.
I miss the bookstore.
Crazy customer and I keep taking turns hanging up on each other.
I Love trash.
Everything Dirty or Dingy or Dusty
Everything Ragged, or Rotten or Rusty
blah blah blah
I am very grouch-ish today.