Okay, here's the deal:
See, I've got a
new book -
here on Amazon.com, or
here on Amazon.co.uk - that just came out this week. It's an eco-thriller, more or less. A book about boring stuff like hopes, and dreams, and secrets. A book about trite abstract concepts that nobody in the real world can relate to, like life, and love, and lies.
A book with a major character who never speaks a word. A book whose protagonist has a strange and amusing sexual dysfunction. A book with decidedly unwholesome things like underage drinking, hot sex, arson, and homemade explosives. A book with an extremely simple and linear plot that's entirely obvious halfway through the first chapter.
It's really not very good at all, if I do say so myself. Extremely boring. Nothing much happens, other than the sex and terrorism and stuff, and nobody really wants to read about that, I'm sure.
It's also absurdly expensive. Like, what the hell was I thinking? You'd have to be nuts to spend $2.88 on a full-length novel. (Or ten whole dollars on a paperback copy, the most hateful gift you could possibly inflict on someone who likes to read.)
In the past, I've subtly hinted that it'd be really awesome if you'd buy my books. I've asked nicely. I've begged. I've cajoled. I've tried to make you laugh. I've begged some more. I've pleaded. I've whined desperately. I may have even threatened, once or twice.
That's all hard work, and it hasn't been very productive, either.
So, this time around, I'm trying something a little bit different.
Whatever you do, please, for the love of cured sausages, whatever you do, I'm absolutely serious, do not consider reading
Without A Spark. Don't visit
the book's website. Don't
click here if you're a Kindle owner in the UK.
It's a very boring book that isn't very good at all, and you wouldn't like it one bit.
Also, this post - which I absolutely don't want you to read one word of, or bookmark, or share with your friends - is
not in any way whatsoever a cynical attempt at reverse psychology
at all.
Honest.
I mean, just because
I write fiction, do you really think I'd lie to you?
P.S. I will be extremely cross if you
follow me on Twitter against my wishes. Don't. Just... don't.
Thank you very much. For nothing, of course.
