http://www.sarazarr.com/archives/285 The Official Web Site of Author Sara Zarr Sat, 20 Mar 2010 20:50:14 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 http://www.sarazarr.com/archives/285/comment-page-1#comment-3148 Justine Larbalestier » Reviews and Blurbs Mon, 12 Feb 2007 16:09:07 +0000 http://www.sarazarr.com/?p=285#comment-3148 [...] This is so very true. In the last six months or so I’ve been finding accidentally stumbling across roughly a review a week of one of my books somewhere on the intramanets. Some are just a line or two, others are much longer. That’s a lot of talk about my books that would not have existed ten years ago. Or even five. Not all are positive, not all sites have a tonne of traffic. So they’re not generating oodles of sales. Doesn’t matter. It’s absolutely delicious to be able to read what my audience thinks. To have tangible proof that I have an audience. No matter how small. [...] [...] This is so very true. In the last six months or so I’ve been finding accidentally stumbling across roughly a review a week of one of my books somewhere on the intramanets. Some are just a line or two, others are much longer. That’s a lot of talk about my books that would not have existed ten years ago. Or even five. Not all are positive, not all sites have a tonne of traffic. So they’re not generating oodles of sales. Doesn’t matter. It’s absolutely delicious to be able to read what my audience thinks. To have tangible proof that I have an audience. No matter how small. [...]

]]> http://www.sarazarr.com/archives/285/comment-page-1#comment-2595 Todd Sat, 03 Feb 2007 14:19:21 +0000 http://www.sarazarr.com/?p=285#comment-2595 Perhaps the lack of food in fiction has more to do with the fact that for most middle-class Americans, food isn't something that's made or prepared as much as it is gotten, taken out, zapped, waved, or hurried to and through. Not much poetical to be said about waiting in the take-out at Bob Evans or waiting for the Velveeta to melt over the Hamburger Helper. Perhaps the lack of food in fiction has more to do with the fact that for most middle-class Americans, food isn’t something that’s made or prepared as much as it is gotten, taken out, zapped, waved, or hurried to and through. Not much poetical to be said about waiting in the take-out at Bob Evans or waiting for the Velveeta to melt over the Hamburger Helper.

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