Amazon bought Goodreads. It was big news. Goodreads is a popular social network where readers connect with each other, connect with authors, and review and recommend books. It’s a very active community. Amazon wants to incorporate the site into their Kindle tablets, and the easiest way to do that was to buy the site.
Amazon’s purchase of Goodreads created some hysteria. What would happen to the site? Would it essentially become another arm of Amazon? Would Amazon basically be spying on people to learn what they like to read? Eh, I don’t know. I think we are all plenty spied on by merchants, especially online. I don’t expect to keep my preferences private when I’m wandering all through cyberspace.
Amazon has already changed the world of books. Basically, Amazon has made traditional publishing companies poop themselves. No longer do new writers have to bang their heads on the doors of those hallowed halls. They can publish their own books, and sell them. Established writers are wandering off the farm, too. They are self publishing both their old and their new material. In addition to books, Amazon sells virtually everything you could ever hope to buy, and they are even stepping on eBay’s toes by letting at-home vendors sell.
So, Jaye Manus and I were discussing this and, frankly, laughing about it, when we started saying, “What if Amazon REALLY took over?” Thus was born JUNK MAIL, my vision of Amazon making the zombie apocalypse a little more survivable. It’s a twenty-something page short story, and it’s available as an ebook through, of course, Amazon.com
Special shout out to Jaye. She’s writer, she’s an ebook genius, and she’s a fun, fun girl. Together, we plot our own version of world domination, and it’s a blast.
Regulars may have noticed a certain… person slacked off yesterday and didn’t post her zombie report. Put down your demerit books. Marina has an excuse. It’s even better than ‘the dog ate my homework’ or even ‘I was kidnapped by aliens.’
She finished the book.
Yes. She did.
FINISHED THE BOOK!
That’s right, folks! Zombies Take Manhattan! is in the can, on the fly and it’s for real! Last night we uploaded it to Amazon and today we’ll be uploading at other e-tailers. You can watch for links as the book goes live in other places.
UPDATE! The books is now available through Smashwords. Yay!
I ♥ New York!
Five stories, one great city, and millions and millions of zombies.
New York City is the greatest city in the world—and then the zombies come.
The apocalypse begins at the sideshow on Coney Island. A disgraced ex-cop takes the ride of his life in “Wheel of Wonder.”
“Times Square Is For Tourists,” thinks a timid stage manager. The heart of Manhattan seems like the ultimate hell—until the tourists start eating each other and she learns the true meaning of terror.
Off-Broadway stagehands prepare for a “Siege” on a theatre roof. With zombies milling below and the sun beating down from above, the question becomes can they survive each other?
Residents of a high rise apartment building are running low on supplies. In “A Trip To The Drugstore,” a gentle man has to leave his erstwhile sanctuary in order to obtain life-saving drugs.
Back on Coney Island, “The Child of Child’s” survives by ravaged wits and dwindling supplies. An approaching helicopter could signal rescue, or maybe just the assurance she won’t die alone.
Zombies ♥ New York!
But hey, just because Marina is once again a big-shot author, it’s back to work today and she’s working on a new zombie report. Watch this space. And for Pete’s sake, watch out for zombies! Those boogers will eat your eye out.
I read the first book in Jeff Strand’s Andrew Mayhem series this weekend. Laugh, cringe, laugh, cringe, laugh some more, cringe some more. In other words, lots of fun. As soon as I finished, I wanted more, so I popped over to Amazon to buy #2 and #3 in the series. And as soon as Download Complete appeared on my Kindle, I’m like, What is the hell is wrong with you? Just how many ebooks do you need in the queue? Have you no self-control whatsoever?
So then, this morning I got an email from Lawrence Block informing me that all his Open Road ebooks are on sale for today only. One day? Oh crap. So of course I had to pop right over to Amazon. Three minutes later, seven titles are off my wish list and loaded on my Kindle.
I am such a slut.
But wait just a minute. For less than the cost of dinner and a movie, I have nine new books to read. Unlike dinner and a movie which will be over and done with in about four hours and mostly forgotten within a day or two (Unless the movies were either Seven or Star Wars I: The Phantom Menace, both of which I bitched about for weeks and can still get riled up about years later for offending me so greatly with such stupid plots).
Here’s the thing about books, especially genre fiction. The vast majority are temporary entertainment. I can enjoy a few hours lost in somebody else’s world and maybe learn a thing or two along the way. There are a few that stick. A few that matter for whatever reason. I have some books, now tattered and soft, the spines a mass of crinkles and broken paper, because I’ve read them over and over. Those books offer more than pleasure or information. They speak to me. They feel like old friends and we have a connection.
Since I was old enough to speak, I’ve been a story addict. I’ve had lots of interests in my life and a few passions and one or two obsessions (or to hear the old man tell it, “Your OCD acting up again?”) Those come and go. Except for stories. My passion, even my obsession for stories has never died.
Give me a book and a few hours of quiet and I am happy. Tell me a story and I am happy. I’m convinced that if a tornado roared through the neighborhood and flattened my house and swept away all I own, the only possessions I would truly miss would be my books. Even then I wouldn’t be too depressed because even if the books are gone, the stories remain and I can find them again.
They say money can’t buy happiness. Oh yeah? Well $25 just added another page and a half to my Kindle home page. That makes me very happy.
For my birthday last month I was gifted with Barnes & Noble and Amazon gift cards. Friends and family know me so well. The trip to the B&N resulted in some fine booty– soft covers from Neil Gaiman, Stuart MacBride and Steven Brust. It also, unfortunately turned out to be the very last shopping excursion to a B&N I will ever make. Pooh. Bummer.
Much more fun was going nuts filling up my Kindle via Amazon. Two of the books I wanted were printed versions and their release dates were the first and fifteenth of November. So I had to show some restraint. So those went on my Wish List and I marked my calendar. Okay, so I showed enough restraint that I actually had six bucks and change left on my gift cards toward today’s purchases. Oh well. It still feels like my birthday all over again to have ordered Chuck Wendig’s, Double Dead.
Will I be gushing about this book in posts to come? I do not know. I love Wendig’s blog, terrible minds, and I have all his very funny, quite profane, and extremely inspiring books about writing, but the only fiction of his I’ve read so far is Shotgun Gravy, which was very good. I have a suspicion that Double Dead is going to push Wendig onto my very favorite authors list. Will let you know.
The book I know I’ll be gushing about is Larry Correia’s, Spellbound: Book II of the Grimnoir Chronicles. The first book in the series, Hard Magic, was… magical. It’s fantasy and steampunk and full of action and adventure and heroics. Knowing Correia, Spellbound is going to be all that and more. So be prepared, much gushing to come.
And now I have to wait for the box to arrive from Amazon. You know what, I bet that will feel like birthday number three.