Now, I know that this blog looks like a fun blog full of letters and advice and reflection upon life, love and keeping sane while you are single, but actually it is all a great big ADVERTISEMENT.
The whole point, chickadees, is that you read it and think, "Oh gosh, I must immediately buy Seraphic's book!" And the publishing world has made it even more interesting for you by producing three different versions: the Canadian, the American and the Polish.*
The most interesting aspect to the business of selling my book--in the USA at least--is that it seems to be driven by fans of this blog. So far, you are my absolute best salespeople, so thank you.
And since you are my absolute best salespeople (at least in the USA), I am throwing open the combox to your stories of how you bought the book. I know there were ads in America and National Catholic Reporter.** Did you, um, see them?
I am also throwing open the combox to criticism. Did you prefer the lady with shoes to the cartoon lady? Which title did you like best? Would you have called it something else? In which publications would you think it worthwhile to advertise, if you were Liguori?
Pull no punches! I won't mind. The fine old profession of selling books is rather new to me. I was good at selling coffee as a teenager, though, for not only did I remember the names of the regulars, I remembered what they drank. Actually, I still remember what they drank. There was a marvellously tall Ontario-Dutch construction foreman who took off his hardhat when he came into the shop. He always had a large Irish Cream.
*Oh, awesome. I am just above Alfred Delp, S.J. on the Homo Dei author list!
**Yes, I can just imagine what Father Z would say.