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Midget Man of Steel

 

First, a huge thank-you to Sarah Kean and a nameless “Amazon Reviewer” for posting two more spectacular reviews of Fightball: Dying of Suck!

“Sharply observed and hilariously funny stories of family life.”

“Kris captivated and amused me … with hilarious recollections of the (not-so?) typical interactions between herself, her husband, and her daughters … this book did not disappoint.”

Check it out!

And then gather your words to leave a review yourself … I’m trying to get to 50 reviews.

50 means I NEED YOU.

Yes … YOU.

YOU.

Second, I am thrilled to announce that I have been interviewed by Rodney Lacroix, the world-famous author of three collections of bizarre and inappropriate humor:

Things Go Wrong for Me (when life hands you lemons, add vodka)
Perhaps I’ve Said too Much (a great big book of messing with people)
and … his most recent:
Romantic as Hell (a guide for the romantically challenged)

I am so pleased Rod agreed to interview me, and the interview itself is awesome.

GO READ THE INTERVIEW!

What’s in it for you, you ask?

GO SEE.

 

And for those of you curious about when I’ll return to offering posts here that aren’t about marketing and publicity, see my earlier statement that I am trying to get to 50 Amazon reviews.

You there.

Yes … you.

I need you.

 

Book review interview Midget man of steel Rodney Lacroix
November 17, 2015

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12 thoughts on “Midget Man of Steel”

  1. Amy says:
    November 17, 2015 at 12:11 pm

    I love you to the ends of the Universe.
    You’re fantastic. I’m trying to get the word out for you !!!

    1. Kris says:
      November 17, 2015 at 1:33 pm

      I like you quite a bit as well, Amy.

      Make a note!

  2. cathyjoy says:
    November 17, 2015 at 5:43 pm

    BTW…I never got to read the very first book.

    But I’m not bitter.

    Much.

    1. Kris says:
      November 17, 2015 at 6:27 pm

      Wait. Why not?

      1. cathyjoy says:
        November 17, 2015 at 6:41 pm

        Why have I not read this very first book or why am I not bitter? Much…

        1. Kris says:
          November 17, 2015 at 7:17 pm

          Stories that start with “much” are generally good stories …

  3. Renee says:
    November 17, 2015 at 6:46 pm

    I’m so tickled my kid got a shout out.

    So was she.

    And I read the interview. Way awesome!

    1. Kris says:
      November 17, 2015 at 7:18 pm

      First? I’m so pleased. Tell her thank you again from me.

      Second? Thank YOU.

  4. Tish says:
    November 17, 2015 at 11:50 pm

    Namelessness fixed, ipad glitch when I posted the review. :-)

    1. Kris says:
      November 18, 2015 at 10:47 am

      YAY! I shall thank you properly in my next post.

      A less proper bit of gratitude now: Thank you, Tish!

  5. blu_canary says:
    November 18, 2015 at 8:09 am

    “I have always had a weakness for dysfunctional funny.” I think you just summed up my whole life in one sentence.

    I have decided I’m going to clone you and make you teeny-tiny. I shall carry you around in my pocket so when people talk to me, I can take you out and say, “Here! You. Please, please do the making of the words!”

    1. Kris says:
      November 18, 2015 at 10:48 am

      HA!

      You make me laugh.

      Thinking you have a bit of dysfunctional funny yourself, lady.

      YES!

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