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Jun. 23rd, 2005
So, earlier this month, I was all gloaty, seeing as I'd been informed that I scored a review copy of Francesca Lia Block's latest, Necklace of Kisses from First Look Books. After ten days, the book hadn't arrived, so I emailed the folks at firstlookqs@harpercollins.com, as per their FAQ.
Crickets.
So I waited a week, then emailed again. Still nothing.
Then, three days ago, I got an automated email from them letting me know that I still hadn't submitted my review. To which I sent yet another email.
To date, not one fucking response, although I did get another "reminder" email.
It's not that I'm necessarily "owed" a book -- although once they send an email letting me know that it's on the way, it's not an unreasonable expectation. But if they ran out, or lost it and didn't have another, letting me know would be fine.
But not responding once to four fucking emails? Fuck that. If I did that to a customer, I'd have been fired ages ago. Of course, I don't get to hide behind an anonymous email address at work that likely autofiles items straight into the trash, either.
So, it would seem that the formerly wonderful FirstLook program has been taken over by utter fucking morons. Which is too bad.
In the end, I gave in to the reminder messages, and submitted a "review" noting that I'd never gotten it. Maybe, by some fluke, there's still someone actually reading stuff over there.
*grumble* Want my goddamn Weetzie Bat.
Crickets.
So I waited a week, then emailed again. Still nothing.
Then, three days ago, I got an automated email from them letting me know that I still hadn't submitted my review. To which I sent yet another email.
To date, not one fucking response, although I did get another "reminder" email.
It's not that I'm necessarily "owed" a book -- although once they send an email letting me know that it's on the way, it's not an unreasonable expectation. But if they ran out, or lost it and didn't have another, letting me know would be fine.
But not responding once to four fucking emails? Fuck that. If I did that to a customer, I'd have been fired ages ago. Of course, I don't get to hide behind an anonymous email address at work that likely autofiles items straight into the trash, either.
So, it would seem that the formerly wonderful FirstLook program has been taken over by utter fucking morons. Which is too bad.
In the end, I gave in to the reminder messages, and submitted a "review" noting that I'd never gotten it. Maybe, by some fluke, there's still someone actually reading stuff over there.
*grumble* Want my goddamn Weetzie Bat.
Cheap books!
Jun. 23rd, 2005 03:21 pmThe Druid Hills Bookstore in Emory Village had a $3.95 rack out front. Looking through it, I found nothing I needed, but felt the siren call of a book sale calling me inside. Lo and behold, there was a 2/$1 cart! Most of it was crap or just stuff I didn't need, but just as I was ready to give up, I saw Alasdair Gray's A History Maker! Yes, another book by the insane guy who gave us Lanark!
So, of course, I also had to look at the 75% off racks, and ended up walking out of there having spent $8.50 (which is a minor miracle by itself), also nabbing the hardcover edition of Bob Fingerman's Beg the Question from Fantagraphics, and the only slightly-dated Hollywood East: Hong Kong Movies and the People Who Make Them. Woohoo!
I probably could have spent more, seeing as they had no fewer than eight 75% off shelves, but I only had so much time.
And I was just bemoaning the fact that I left the book I was reading at home, and had nothing to read on the bus. :-)
So, of course, I also had to look at the 75% off racks, and ended up walking out of there having spent $8.50 (which is a minor miracle by itself), also nabbing the hardcover edition of Bob Fingerman's Beg the Question from Fantagraphics, and the only slightly-dated Hollywood East: Hong Kong Movies and the People Who Make Them. Woohoo!
I probably could have spent more, seeing as they had no fewer than eight 75% off shelves, but I only had so much time.
And I was just bemoaning the fact that I left the book I was reading at home, and had nothing to read on the bus. :-)