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One of the best parts of becoming a published author is getting to stalk your book.
I learned about book-stalking from the website of my friend Pamela Ribon, an excellent online diarist and novelist who also writes on Samantha Who? Several years ago, after publishing her first novel, Why Girls Are Weird, Pam wrote about visiting bookstores, finding copies of her book, and bringing them to a store employee so she could offer to sign them. I thought, "Man, when I get a book published, I'm totally going to do that." And then I did. In the meantime, of course, I had to settle for stalking Pam's book. Oddly, nobody ever seemed to want me to sign them.
So far I've visited a couple of Barnes & Nobles here in Minnesota and at The Grove in Los Angeles, as well as a couple of Borders in L.A. What surprises me is that nobody ever seems to doubt that I'm actually the author of this book. There isn't an author photo on the cover, but I haven't been asked once for identification (although there was an awkward moment in the store on Sunset and Vine when the cashier initially thought I had just brought the copies of my book from home and wanted to stick them on their shelves). Apparently I could have been doing this all along, picking out books at random from the shelves and claiming to have written them. It probably would have worked as long as the real author wasn't a celebrity, a woman, dead, or someone with a name that indicated an ethnicity clearly different from my own. In other words, if you've got a signed copy of Benazir Bhutto's book, you can rest assured I had nothing to do with it.













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