Tonight, despite a fairly bad sinus cold, I gave a brief reading at the Inkwell Reading Series. See?
The napkins were because I desperately needed a tissue, and asking a bookstore clerk for anything is an exercise in futility. So I went to the corner store closest to Alley Cat Books and Gallery, where the reading was held, and bought the least expensive closest analogue to tissues they had. In this case, a package of one-hundred sixty napkins. By the time I was ready to read, I was also ready to offer the first person to buy a copy of The Last Weekend at the event one-hundred and fifty-two free napkins to go along with the book. No takers, surprisingly, though sometime after I ran out to find better accommodations (and did, at the tasty Wise Sons Jewish Deli) I found that three or four people did end up buying the book, which was nice.
The napkins stayed with Dominica Phetteplace and her husband Tom, who performed the great mitzvah of driving me home so I wouldn't have to take BART and then hoof a mile.
As always, you don't need to come to a reading to buy a book. You can play the home game.
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@NMamatas, on his new book The Last Weekend. pic.twitter.com/1uAidpbjRI
— Meg Elison (@megelison) January 26, 2016The napkins were because I desperately needed a tissue, and asking a bookstore clerk for anything is an exercise in futility. So I went to the corner store closest to Alley Cat Books and Gallery, where the reading was held, and bought the least expensive closest analogue to tissues they had. In this case, a package of one-hundred sixty napkins. By the time I was ready to read, I was also ready to offer the first person to buy a copy of The Last Weekend at the event one-hundred and fifty-two free napkins to go along with the book. No takers, surprisingly, though sometime after I ran out to find better accommodations (and did, at the tasty Wise Sons Jewish Deli) I found that three or four people did end up buying the book, which was nice.
The napkins stayed with Dominica Phetteplace and her husband Tom, who performed the great mitzvah of driving me home so I wouldn't have to take BART and then hoof a mile.
As always, you don't need to come to a reading to buy a book. You can play the home game.