This morning I got a call from my dad.
"So," he said, "Amazon sent me an email, telling me that Joshilyn Jackson has a new book out that I really should read. Did I miss that?"
Yes, I told him, Joss DOES have a new book out. I gave him my brief review, offered to loan him my copy, then hastily retracted, telling him to buy his own dang book.
Then I got off the phone. It took me a few minutes, for it to hit me (before 10 AM - useless), but when it did, I promptly died a little on the inside.
I never mentioned it. Right here, on my own tiny forum, I never shilled her book. I am such a lousy friend.
Not just to Joshilyn, who, frankly, can sell plenty of books without my help. But I know at least one person out there (Amy S., I'm looking at you) who was expecting a heads up when the next book came out. She loves her some good southern literature. And my friends, Joshilyn writes some of the best.
If you enjoyed gods in Alabama and Between, Georgia, you'll love The Girl Who Stopped Swimming. If you DIDN'T like gods or Between, you are dead to me. Ok, maybe not DEAD. But still. I am cranky at you.
Go, Go! and order your own copy. I promise you, the book is amazing, a thrill ride from the first sentence - but I swear, it's worth the cover price just for the last two lines. *swoon*
Here's the handy Amazon link: The Girl Who Stopped Swimming, but if you have access to an independent book seller (local Denverites, you have NO EXCUSE), you really should try to patronize them. Really.
I hope, once you have the pretty, pretty book in your hot little hands, you can forgive me - especially since I've had mine since...er...March. *ducks head in shame*