I was messing around with my Lulu storefront today, and discovered that someone had reviewed Portly Boy. An actual, I-read-the-book, well-thought-out review. I was amazed, and followed the reviewer’s link to a page called None May Say.
The guy reads POD (publish on demand) books and then writes reviews about them on his blog. Somehow, he found The Adventures of Portly Boy. I’m not sure how, as I don’t know him (I don't know if anyone I know knows him). You can read his review here.
I’m a huge fan of blogs like this, even when they aren’t discussing my writing. At one point, I had even considered writing a post or two a month discussing the POD books I had purchased. Two things held me up:
1) I suck at writing reviews of any worth. I’m more the type of guy that goes, “I liked it! You should, too!”
2) I ran out of money. I really like buying POD books, because it not only helps out the author financially, but it’s also a huge boost for the ego. But they’re kind of expensive compared to used book stores, and there’s always a chance that you’ll end up dishing out your dough on a bit of crap.
So when I come across a site that gives detailed reviews and recommendations, I’m thrilled. I especially like when they have a sidebar full of links to other websites that do the same thing.
Add into the equation that the guy not only read my book, and not only posted a review on Lulu (and gave me 5 out of 6 stars!), but also on his own site, and well…let’s just say that he’s a lot cooler than rat bastard friends like Trey and rik who haven’t ever even finished the damn thing. Although, they both purchased it, so maybe they aren’t total rat bastards. But they didn’t buy my new one, so yeah they are.
Anyway, if you have a little time, you should read the review, look around the guy’s site, and if you’ve been wanting to buy some new books, maybe take a suggestion or two. But not before you buy my books. Seriously, guys, I have two, and you need them both in your collection. Don’t make me beg. Because I will—we all know I’m not too good to beg. Or let you put…things…into my body.
My tears taste like shame.