I jest, I jest.
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Good thing I liked her book, eh?
I’ve previously declared my affection for slim short story volumes (despite the fact my own collection has been described as ‘thick’ and ‘the sort of book you might pick up at an airport bookstore’) and Bird Eat Bird exemplifies this type of book — closer in many ways to a collection of poetry than a novel.
There are only six stories and by the end of the book you feel you still have a handle on each story, can give a wee précis of the plot and recall its shining moments.

Next on the CWP reading list is Kim Scott’s That Deadman Dance, which I just bought online (not so easy to get in NZ at the mo).
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Speaking of online purchasing, when I did finally find a copy of That Deadman Dance that I could get delivered in New Zealand for a decent price, there was a nice wee surprise. On the front page of thenile.co.nz, A Man Melting is number 3 in their "Top 5".
Geek that I am I took a screenshot (who knows how long it'd stay on the list):
I’m not sure what the Top 5 represents (it can’t be linked to sales) but number 1 is Jean M Auel’s latest (minor co-inky-dink: there’s a reference to Auel's Clan of the Cavebear in ‘Facing Galapagos’ in AMM).
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I believe most writers are as geeky about this sort of thing as I am, but they are cool enough to keep it to themselves.
And if they don’t get jazzed by seeing their name where they don’t expect it, then I question if they spent enough time as a reader, fan and worshipper of writers before being published.
One of my favourite things to do is look at the “Customers who bought this product also purchased” part on my book’s page on fishpond.
Right now, I’m regretting my Jesus reference above as someone who bought A Man Melting also bought Theology for Community of God.
Someone else (or perhaps the same person), bought Van Morrison’s CD, Keep It Simple (minor co-inky-dink II: the sleaze-ball in my story ‘Touch’ sings ‘Brown-Eyed Girl’).
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