Author: SGJ
Four of them, anyway. Great fun — wonderful to sort of meet Christina Henry, too:
Was such a great time. Didn’t get recorded, won’t get posted, but, here’s the poster, and a couple of tweets, anyway:
And, as happens, I was wearing a new mask for a bit of it:
Or, one of them is, anyway. I don’t have access to / don’t ask for bookscan numbers for The Only Good Indians, but, if Amazon’s stack of new-release horror means anything, then: Good Indians has been pretty steady at #1 for its first month. Or, today’s the one-month anniversary, at which point it’s not a new release anymore. Snapped this last night, before it rolled out of eligibility:
review as dialogue:
on Goodreads? Anyway, I remember years back, when I first stumbled onto Goodreads, I looked up some of the books I knew, had read recently, was reading, just to see how the wind was blowing. Turns out: every which direction. Buffets, lulls— crazy tornadoes that wind up whole crowds of people and also doldrums so deep and lonesome that the sailors caught in them are praying for even word of a breeze, lest they start falling apart from lack of citrus.
I don’t remember what-al…
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