Am I allowed to say “penis” in a blog that feeds into Amazon? I guess I’ll find out the hard way. (That was a complete accidental pun. Really. I hate puns.)
So on Saturday I had a booksigning at Book Soup in West Hollywood. Given the fact that I had publicized the wrong time for the event (it was at 5, not 7 as I kept telling people), it didn’t go too badly. Just like at the Village Books reading, everyone who showed up was already a friend of mine, so I may not have acquired any new readers–but it sure made me appreciate what nice, supportive friends I have and that’s probably more valuable in the long run, especially when those nice, supportive friends are still willing to buy retail.
Book Soup has a great location on the Sunset Strip and is a satisfyingly stocked store to poke around in for hours. It doesn’t exactly cater to the family crowd, unlike my beloved Village Books. Its clientele seems to be more of the West Hollywood variety–mostly young singles and young couples of the same gender variety. Which makes it maybe not the perfect place for a housewife like me to read her most recent chicklit novel, although once we had stuffed the place with our friends, it worked out fine.
I don’t think I read or spoke as well as I had at Village Books and I’m pretty sure I’ve figured out why. Every once in a while I would lose my train of thought because something was distracting me, something in the corner of my eye. Then I’d shake myself free of it and go on. It wasn’t until I was completely done speaking that I turned and looked at the books stacked up next to me and realized it wasn’t my imagination, that that really WAS a close-up photo of a man’s crotch in tighty-whities spread out across the cover of a book quite appropriately titled, “The Big Penis Book.” (Next to it was a stack of “The Big Breast Book,” but that hadn’t caught my eye in quite the same way.)