It is almost time for the launch of Undeliverable! And in preparation of this, I have been sending copies of the book hither and yon in an effort to cultivate reviews, and, as is expected when one has sent over 200 packages in the last three months, a few of them have gone astray. One was even gutted by a piece of machinery and the envelope returned to me sans contents. Two weeks later, what should arrive, but the contents! (Ms. Vejo, your book is back in the mail now!)
The irony of the fact that my book passed through the very center it takes place in, but no one appears to have even cracked it open is almost too much to bear. I think this means I must send a copy to them directly to read, what do you think folks?