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Friday, October 05, 2007
Bits and pieces
First, I'm excited to report that I'm now official at Two Sisters Promotions. We've been working on this for several weeks now, and all the details are squared away. If you're unclear on what this means, well, I have a publicist! As of yesterday, it's a done deal.
Second, a new review came in for Boundless. Ordinarily, I don't make a to-do about reviews, good or bad, but I really liked what Lindy said. Check this out:
I can't accurately depict the awe and wonder that comes over me when I read these words: "...Annie Dean is one of my favorite authors."
My first reaction is me? Really? ME?
See, I have favorite authors. People I think are insanely gifted and whose words make my breath catch in my throat, whose books captivate me and keep from getting other things done. So when someone comes along and tells me that, for them, I do the same thing, I don't know what the hell to say. I want to gush like a fangirl yet I check myself so I don't come off like a giant rubber bouncing goober. I say, "I appreciate hearing that" sedately and add, "I'm so happy you enjoyed the book" (warning, warning, Will Robinson, understatement meter overload!) and then, "thanks so much for taking the time to write me."
Whilst inside me there's "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" going on. This doesn't change. No matter how often I hear it, I still have that reaction. There's a five-year-old in my head, running circles with overexcited glee. You know how kids do that until they fall down? In my head, I so do that when someone tells me they enjoyed a book, a story, or that they like my writing. And when someone says I'm one of their favorite authors, OMG. Picture the five-year-old sucking down a Pixie Stick first. Then commence the running. I know, right?
I know this makes me an enormous geek. But I figure it's better to own it. I am an enormous geek. And you readers thrill the pee out of me on a daily basis. Well, not literally. Y'know. Except at the usual times.
I love British humor, sci-fi flicks, superhero movies / TV shows, hot emo boys, alternative music, and all kinds of books. I'd rather buy books than anything except possibly purses (and yes, that includes shoes). I'd rather stay home with my husband than go to a club. I am what I am.
Thanks for liking me this way.
Second, a new review came in for Boundless. Ordinarily, I don't make a to-do about reviews, good or bad, but I really liked what Lindy said. Check this out:
"She takes a very dark character and makes him not just palatable but kind and even gentle. Once again I see why Annie Dean is one of my favorite authors. Her creative flair and likable characters take a dark and seemingly impossible scenario and turn it into a tender love story with a wonderful depth."You can read the entire review here.
I can't accurately depict the awe and wonder that comes over me when I read these words: "...Annie Dean is one of my favorite authors."
My first reaction is me? Really? ME?
See, I have favorite authors. People I think are insanely gifted and whose words make my breath catch in my throat, whose books captivate me and keep from getting other things done. So when someone comes along and tells me that, for them, I do the same thing, I don't know what the hell to say. I want to gush like a fangirl yet I check myself so I don't come off like a giant rubber bouncing goober. I say, "I appreciate hearing that" sedately and add, "I'm so happy you enjoyed the book" (warning, warning, Will Robinson, understatement meter overload!) and then, "thanks so much for taking the time to write me."
Whilst inside me there's "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" going on. This doesn't change. No matter how often I hear it, I still have that reaction. There's a five-year-old in my head, running circles with overexcited glee. You know how kids do that until they fall down? In my head, I so do that when someone tells me they enjoyed a book, a story, or that they like my writing. And when someone says I'm one of their favorite authors, OMG. Picture the five-year-old sucking down a Pixie Stick first. Then commence the running. I know, right?
I know this makes me an enormous geek. But I figure it's better to own it. I am an enormous geek. And you readers thrill the pee out of me on a daily basis. Well, not literally. Y'know. Except at the usual times.
I love British humor, sci-fi flicks, superhero movies / TV shows, hot emo boys, alternative music, and all kinds of books. I'd rather buy books than anything except possibly purses (and yes, that includes shoes). I'd rather stay home with my husband than go to a club. I am what I am.
Thanks for liking me this way.
