So this happened

…for the first time ever, I have found my books on a shelf in a bookstore. Now, granted, it was the new Half Price Books that just opened on Grape Road, and the book was signed already to someone named “David,” but still– every time I walk into a bookstore I look in the S section just in case somehow magically one of my books is there, and never once has that happened until today. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again for the sake of completeness: not everyone keeps every book forever like I do, so it’s not a hit to my ego or something that David sold my book off; he may not have liked it or he may have moved or maybe he just generally doesn’t keep books for long; one way or another it’s no skin off my back. But I had a strong enough reaction to seeing my book on the shelf that I had to explain myself to the dude who was standing next to me. He seemed to genuinely appreciate how happy I was about it, too, and gave the book a courtesy flip-through before putting it back on the shelf.

(Which was also kinda weird; I thought about pointing out the obvious, which was that I wasn’t going to worry about it if he put it back, but that might have made it even weirder than it already was. Either way, no buzz-harshing on my end.)

The place is planning on doing author signings in the future, and I got a copy of the manager’s card, so chances are I’ll be doing an event there sooner or later. I will, of course, keep everyone apprised once that comes to pass. Until then, I’m just going to have to go there three times a week until someone buys that book. ūüôā

On used book sales and TERRIBLE LIES

I just discovered this.  Clicky to make with big:

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You may be anticipating that I’m about to go on a rant about people reselling my books– or¬†trying¬†to resell my books– for several times what they’re actually selling for.

But no! ¬†That is not this post. I don’t actually care if people resell used copies of my books. ¬†I am, in fact, quite fond of used bookstores.

Here’s the thing, though.

I know exactly how many copies SKYLIGHTS has sold in paperback.

And– and I’ll admit that this is just the¬†tiniest bit depressing– not only do I know exactly how many copies the book has sold, but I know¬†who bought them. ¬†I have accounted for literally¬†every copy. ¬†So these booksellers are advertising wildly inflated prices for used books that they¬†do not actually possess.

I’m tempted to order them, wait to see if my sales increment, and then cancel the purchase.

I can’t tell if this is a scam– who would buy¬†this book used for that much of a markup?– or if it’s just the result of bots trolling through Amazon, but either way it entertains me.