What The Hell Were They Thinking?

So, a couple of weeks ago, more spam found its way into the Cake Eater mailbox.

The only thing different about this and the crap that the Minnesotans for Romney and Nigerian oil scammers keep dumping into my mailbox is that it came from a live email address---with a living, breathing human being on the receiving end. The email was from a PR rep, promoting a book, and it was full of information about the author and the work that he was so diligently plugging. I found out that the email was live when I replied and told the guy to take me off his list, because I generally don't comment on books that I haven't read. Thinking nothing of it, I sent the email off into the netherworld. Shortly thereafter, a reply came flying back via the interwebs, and I was surprised to be offered a review copy of the book, along with the promise to make the author available for interviews and podcasts.

Momentarily stunned, I nonetheless jumped on the chance to get a free book. It was even something I might read, so that sweetened the pot a bit, and I gave the guy my address and he said he'd send a copy straight out. I received the copy yesterday and I'm almost done with it. It's not highbrow fiction, but rather a thriller, so it's pretty much right up my alley. While it's definitely not the type of envelope I'm used to receiving from publishing companies (those are usually of the SASE variety, full to the brim with crap I sent them, which they duly recognized as crap and sent back.) it was pretty cool nonetheless.

But all of this begs the question: what the hell were these people thinking when they sent me, of all people, that email in the first place? While I'm all for free swag, and do definitely want to interview the guy, I mean, really. It's not like I'm Instapundit or anything. I have no illusions about my place in the blogging world, and I'm definitely not at the top of the heap, ya dig? But, hell, if someone wants to throw me a bone, I'll yank it out of midair and see what kind of meat I can get off it.

If nothing else, it's a new experience. And that, in the words of our fabulous felony committing housewife of the century, is a good thing.

Posted by Kathy at January 23, 2008 12:18 PM | TrackBack