Was browsing the bookstore with my date last night and saw a copy of David Schwartz’s Superpowers. I had been picking up and talking about books and authors for sometime as we browsed the shelves, but when I picked this one up, the date said, “I think I’ve heard of this.”
He works at a comic book store, so this didn’t surprise me.
I babbled about Dave Schwartz for a bit and my date said, “You know what, I think I heard him on NPR. He seemed like a really nice guy.”
Man, bookery gets around. “Actually, yeah, you probably did,” I said. “He had a spot on there, I remember. He’s a total sweetheart of a guy. It’s about kids in Madison with superpowers. I think you’ll get a kick out of it.”
My date bought the book. Note that it generally takes 3-4 brain taps about a book before you buy it, which was why it was interesting to watch the power of media and personal recommendations play out right there. He’d heard of the book on NPR and also listed somewhere online, and then I pimped it. Third time’s the charm.
This made me terribly happy, because there are far too many people I know who write books that aren’t up my alley, and then I never read them. And then I feel like a Bad Writer.
But hey, I’ve learned that just because it may not be my kind of book doesn’t mean I can’t pimp it. And, knowing my date, I think he’ll really dig this book, the little comic-book nerd, Terry Pratchett-reading, Dresdan loving little goof that he is.
Sweet beans.
