Kindle customer reviews – bless them

Some titles sound so intriguing; however, some blurbs about books are very vague. I think some people don’t want to hurt the author’s feelings, having been in that place themselves and others heeded their mothers who told them, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” A lot of times this does not help a potential reader.

And then, sometimes, someone – oh, say AmeliaJake – might tease around about a title, having a little fun, only to get a hot email from the author claiming AJ was a sinner for reviewing a book without reading it. ???? It was a joke about a title. AJ, whose real identity will remain secret and no way connect to moi, was just glad she hadn’t made a funny about a Mafia hit man . . . or an angry lady with a cream pie in her hand and a good aim.

I was looking at a book this morning, lured by the title, and then started through some reviews. Most led me to believe I really wouldn’t like it that much, mainly because of subject matter. But I have been known to be wrong before. However, while considering it, my eyes glanced over to the right sidebar and I read this: I hardly know what to say about this magical, yet creepy, little book.

Believe me, it helped, and if I miss out on the greatest masterpiece of the 21st century, well, so be it.

Contagious gunk

I’m been up since about four this morning wrestling with the age-old (not quite) question: Can infectious gunk be transferred over the Internet? I am pondering this while my body is aching, my nose running and my breathing making this odd sound in my throat; I am pondering this because Pottermom had The Gunk. She is in Texas; I am in Indiana. I do believe I am (up-to-this point) living proof that Gunk, Gunkoids, Gunklets can find their way across the ether, enter my screen and leap out on me.

They leaped; they made a beachhead; they are heading inland.

When Pottermom wrote she had The Gunk, I felt sad for her . . . I guess I didn’t really “feel her pain”, but I do now.

I just realized, since I have established The Gunk can travel over the Internet . . . then I am, uh, passing it on. You see, when you are not feeling well, you don’t think things through adequately. I suppose I am a vector. Rats! AmeliaJake . . . out-smarted and used by The Gunk.