So the other day I got a pm on my goodreads account from Stephen Kent, titled "I learned a lot from your review," which I am afraid I initially took for some sort of minimally site-customized spam. (I didn't recognize his name either, but in my defense, I have a name-thing, and it's not a tremendously memorable name, like Sven Bloodwort, or Revena Lutefisk.) In it, he said he'd happened upon my review of his book, which had made an impact upon his latest book, and he'd mentioned me in his authors' notes. I was immediately mildly flattered, suspicious, and alarmed, since, in order, I've never been in anyone's authors' notes before (okay, anyone who isn't
karenhealey or
revena,) vaguely suspected he was trying to entice me to buy his book (although he assured me in his message that he wasn't,) and couldn't remember what I'd said in my review.
Upon checking out
my review, I became even more alarmed because a comma splice immediately leapt out at me. Also, although it's certainly not the most
brutal review I've ever given, it didn't really go through my tact-filter. (I have one. Stop laughing.)
So obviously I had to check out the authors' notes. I skittered down to the book store, and what to my wondering eyes should appear:
( photograph 462x589 )I surreptitiously took this photo (I don't think it's illegal to photograph one page of a book, but if someone came along and asked what I was doing, I felt it might be awkward,) reshelved the book, and came to report my fame to you: I am internet famous
outside the internet.
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