No One Has Promised me a Rose Garden

In the past three weeks I’ve started three different blogs, all shedding light upon and lamenting this book business.  But, I’ve gotten  bogged down with bad barcodes,  distracted by distribution, sell at cost, sell at a loss- publishing problems I want no part of but must face. 

The only high point in all this mind-boggling brouhaha is getting to meet some of the bookstore owners who sell Suitcase, three different book stores with three different and personable book store owners.   In all three cases the stores were busy with buyers.

I love book stores.  I love books.  By the time I was ten I had my own library, a check out desk, the whole wad, all shelved in my bedroom.  This was years before my mother said to me “You can always afford to buy a book.”  This came after I said I wanted to buy “I Never Promised You a Rose Garden,” but I didn’t have enough money when I saw it in the book store.  The next day, when I came home from the 7^th grade a new copy of “I Never Promised You a Rose Garden,” was waiting for me on the kitchen counter.

If only the give and take of the book business was this simple and direct.