So there you have it. Three interactions with B&N staff, three positive reactions.
Awesome!
My in-house B&N staffer has not brought mine home yet, because he had to work late and then get straight to the gym.
He has somewhat redeemed himself by:
- reading a fair chunk of it on his breaks all day and declaring it awesome (and asking me to pass that along to you, paperdol!);
- plotting about which coworkers would be most likely to love it and shoot their mouths off to all concerned, and pimping it to them personally;
- extracting a promise from the community relations manager (who I think is a buffista spirit baby) that they'll schedule a signing any time you're coming through town;
- ordering in more copies in advance of the sales numbers because half their copies are mysteriously on the hold shelf now....
(Also, we'll be pimping it to our gang of comics geeks at the next book group meeting, since the only thing that reliably stops us from talking about comics until after closing time is digressing on anything at all Joss-related.)
On the down side, boy needs to bring my copy home, and I don't care if he has fencing lessons scheduled tonight!
I picked up my copy at Vroman's today! They're independent; I wonder how they got it already? Anyway, Ima talk one of the employees into making it a pick for their big staff picks shelf when I go in to buy a copy for my mom this weekend. Bounce!
I got mine at the B&N in downtown Evanston. The purchase was uneventful.
Am now sitting across the street from the B&N, waiting for my pizza. I suppose I could read a book to pass the time....
Uh-oh. Crazy lady at 8 o'clock. She's going on and on about "nasty filth" and whatnot. And she glared at me.
I'm pretty sure she didn't see Allyson's book, so that's probably not the subject of her ranting....
Seems there will be a $250 copay for my admission Monday. I pointed out the nice lady that I hadn't been admitted Monday. No, this
coming
Monday, she means.
That's so not how I want to hear about it! I have rules. If no one tells me what they're going to do, I'm not going in.
Problem is, I want to go in on a weekend. Now, should I need ER attention during the week they can admit me then, but if I make through a whole week at work--well, that's like a good thing for a new employee with no sick leave.
Now, if you start giggling and jumping up and down and screeching "that's my book! that's my book!" you'd be verging toward something a little more sociall unacceptable... but still not pathetic.
This strikes me as a completely reasonable reaction.
I ordered it on Amazon early, but I may drive to B&N tomorrow and at least rearrange the book displays.
Wow. I just read the opening essay, and it's pure Allyson. She cuts with a sharp knife, and she cuts herself just as much as she cuts everything else.
And it kinda made me sniffle. Teensy bit.
Some people use their pinkies.
Because we are all proud to bursting for you, Paperdol.
This just needed to be repeated. Maybe over and over and over.
Wow. I just read the opening essay, and it's pure Allyson. She cuts with a sharp knife, and she cuts herself just as much as she cuts everything else.
Exactly this. I got to glance at a copy and now must head to Powell's tomorrow for my very own.
