Ah, the irony.
The above picture was sent to me this morning by a friend of ours who lives in our old neighborhood of Islington in London. This is the front table of Border’s bookstore, which was a regular haunt of ours when we lived there. The store, I understand from book trade sources (thanks, Ralph), is about to close. Sad news.
Still, every cloud, and all that. Because look! There – only seven years after it was published! – is my third novel, Love You Madly, finally where it belongs on the front table of a major chain. And available at a staggering discount! Incredible!!
I can let you in on a secret. Every one of those books has my signature in it. I did a reading at the shop (plus a little jazz) when the book was published back in 2002, and at the time I signed their entire inventory. And that, dear friends, is why the book is in pride of place now. Since I signed the books, the bookshop can’t return them to the publisher.