Oh, it's unhealthy, this. But it's so hard to ignore, this tug of fascination/curiosity/anxiety/joy ...
The Boy in the Suitcase came out in the US the day before yesterday, and since then I've been watching the net like a slightly neurotic hawk. The Barnes & Nobles Bestseller Charts are a particular temptation, especially after I discovered we were number 5 on their Mystery Chart, following Janet Evanovitch, Sue Grafton, Michael Connelly and James Patterson - all of whom, I might add, made it there on pre-orders alone. Lucky so-and-so's ...
It's self-absorbed and somewhat angst-provoking. What if we're not no. 5 tomorrow? What if we're not even ON the list tomorrow? What if they've updated the list since I last checked? Better check again ...
Utterly unproductive, since there is really nothing more I can do short of badgering friends and family into buying the book, and I don't really have enough family OR enough friends to make a statistical difference. Besides, most of them already have the Danish version.
I really should be writing. Or reading. Or living.
Instead, I'm watching the charts ...
Lene
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/?stor...evanovitchSue GraftonMichael ConnellyJames Patterson
Published on November 09, 2011 23:46