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Pond Lady

First?  Thank you to Tish, who stepped from the internet mists to claim her anonymous Amazon review … YAY!

Second?  Thank you to M. Daley and Chaotic Rantings and “Amazon customer” and Susan Burton, who said, in part and respectively:

“[I was] dying of laughter from the funny!”

and …

“The witty banter between her and her family members is one of the funniest things I have read in a long time.”

and …

“This book saved my mood and perhaps my sanity.”

and …

“In short – Erma Bombeck is writing again. Fightball: Dying of Suck is THAT good.”

Erma Bombeck?  That comparison made my day.

GO CHECK OUT THE REVIEWS and then buy Fightball: Dying of Suck and read Fightball: Dying of Suck and gather your words to write a review yourself!

Remember, I’m working on getting 50 people to post reviews before I return to the task of offering blog-posts of a non-promotional nature here on Pretty All True.  Unless I can get readers to post reviews, publishing on Amazon is less PUBLISHING and more simply making the book available to people who I know by name.  Amazon does little to show my title to a wider audience unless I can demonstrate I am bringing some support with me.

So … if you have a copy of Fightball in your hands … I’m asking of you.

Yes … you.

In the meantime, I am over here working on spreading the word of Fightball.

Which brings me to Jan Goldfield, otherwise known as Pond Lady, who writes over at Accessible Arkansas.  Jan has been endlessly supportive of me and my writing … endlessly supportive.  She has written an amazing post and review on Fightball: Dying of Suck.  Go see.

What’s in it for you, you ask?

GO SEE

she urged bossily.

Hee hee.

Accessible Arkansas Book review Fightball: Dying of Suck gratitude Jan Goldfield Pond Lady
November 19, 2015

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10 thoughts on “Pond Lady”

  1. Jan Goldfield says:
    November 19, 2015 at 1:29 pm

    I hope that you sell millions of books, Kris. I fear book signings are in your future. Get that TV wardrobe ready.

    1. Kris says:
      November 19, 2015 at 1:41 pm

      STOP THREATENING ME WITH TV APPEARANCES.

      I am currently wearing leggings and one of Mark’s old sweatshirts.

      OK, wait … I’m totally TV-ready.

      1. Jan Goldfield says:
        November 19, 2015 at 2:12 pm

        You have already branded yourself. Leggings and sweatshirts with your book names on the shirt.

        1. Kris says:
          November 19, 2015 at 2:21 pm

          I’ll need Sharpies.

  2. Heather Burstein (Chaotic Rantings) says:
    November 19, 2015 at 3:05 pm

    You are welcome Kris. I thoroughly enjoyed your book. I have been having a rough past couple of months and your book enabled me to get my mind off of things for awhile. I loved it =)

    1. Kris says:
      November 19, 2015 at 7:55 pm

      That my words enabled you to escape for a few moments?

      SO MUCH happiness at the thought.

      I’m so glad.

  3. Vicki says:
    November 25, 2015 at 7:44 am

    Just ordered the paperback! Can’t wait to get it Monday!

    Also, I have been absent lately. Much ado about nothing around here and then boom! Shit meets fan. I hope to be reading your book during my mom’s surgery so I will be properly distracted. (Don’t worry. She should be okay. *insert lots of medical words here* and then she comes homes home in about 4 days!)

    1. Kris says:
      November 30, 2015 at 12:07 pm

      I’m glad you have returned. Delighted.

      Tell your mom she’s not allowed to read Fightball until after her surgery has healed, as giggling is bad for stitches, people inform me.

      You, though? You read and laugh all you like.

      Sounds like you could use some laughter.

      Love … me

  4. liz says:
    November 30, 2015 at 9:23 pm

    I read and loved and laughed and reviewed! Although I do not have a way with words, I sure am glad you do because I enjoyed all of them :)

    1. Kris says:
      December 1, 2015 at 10:57 am

      Wait, are you “AMAZON REVIEWER?”

      Go claim your anonymous review!

      I love you, Liz.

      Thank you.

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