We don’t get excited easily*, but sometimes we get caught up in buzz to the point we tingle. In a good way. At least that’s what the doctor said. Damn…why don’t we get ARCs anymore?
Right. We no longer review.** Privileges were revoked when we couldn’t refrain from pointing out that we could write the whole thing better, had we the time. Now we regret our actions because the buzz is building and we’re feeling like the kid without a Razor.
Yeah, we’re looking for someone to put us out of our misery. Either that, or we’re voting in favor of a buzz moratorium until we can get Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell in our pathetic little hands. At which point, we’ll disappear for at least 24 hours. One needs time to think after reading.
* – That’s a secret, and you swore you wouldn’t tell.
** – Now we only take what we like from reviews we read.
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Dan Wickett // Sep 4, 2004 at 7:55 am
Booksquare,
It was in stores at Borders here in MI yesterday – plastic wrapped and everything. I’m impressed with the mere need for 24 hours as it rolls in at I believe 768 pages!
Have fun,
Kate Rothwell // Sep 4, 2004 at 8:41 am
Buzz, schmuzz.
booksquare // Sep 4, 2004 at 9:54 am
I did say “at least” — but, alas, this is a case of when the going gets desperate…
If I don’t acquire and read this book this weekend (and will be hitting Vroman’s this morning — hopefully the trucks with books have made it to California), it likely won’t be read until December. I’ve spent the past two months doing the mental preparations (this is sometimes confused with staring off into space) and start work on my next book on Tuesday. I’ve learned not to read a lot of fiction while working through the first couple of drafts because some authors have such incredible rhythm to their work, and my brain starts outputting their cadence.
It’s incredibly cool when an author’s voice affects me this way — but not so cool when it overtakes my own work (I have a strong voice — it hits the gym regularly — but some authors are like aikido masters…I walk right into trouble!). And then there’s the siren song thing — you know, when the book calls “just one more page” and before you know it, you’ve lost an entire day!