Conversation from early yesterday:
theOtherCanary: I was just rereading my review of Alchemyst.
Is it a sign of sickness that the review made me want to read the second book just to find out if its as bad as the first?
And not just any review.
Your own NEGATIVE review.
theOtherCanary: I mean seriously? What does that say about me?
CanaryTheFirst: Meg, let me stage an intervention.
Your intervention will end with me reading it for your profit.
…you know me too well.
Five hours later, I get a text from Meg saying that the book in question had leaped across the expanse of teal carpeting, dodged a mystified reader, and dove into her bag at Barnes and Noble. As she explains, she has no option now but to read the poor, desperate thing.