(shhh don't tell my not-on-the-internet mom)
Every weekend my mother sits on her front porch, staring at the flower the hummingbirds most love—sending me big-foot-style blurry pictures of any that appear—and reading the NYTimes book review hoping to find my name. I was talking about this with a colleague, mostly focusing on the fact I recently had a ridiculous impulse buy of a hummingbird feeder despite living on the fourth floor in a Brooklyn apartment building. They said some magical words: "Too bad it's impossible for a debut picture book to make the NYTimes list." Numbers started to tumble through my head, numbers put there by genes I inherited from my math teacher mother. Was it really?
Suddenly it was a challenge.
Could MERVIN be #10 for one single week?! It takes about 1,000 books sold a week to make the list, which is a CRAZY amount, BUT any pre-sales count toward that first week. So three months worth of sales! Maybe it's not so crazy. SO friends: want to play a game? I call it We Are Number 10! #WeAreNo10 *Insert mental image of us double high-fiving wearing giant foam "We're #10!" hands*
Anyone who pre-orders gets a free handmade #SlothSwag (handmade pin or keychain or earrings) and a signed bookplate!
Just send me your address and tell me where you ordered from! It won't be me and Ruth attempting to make the list. It'll be ALL of us! We'll woo-hoo to the sky if it happens, and if it doesn't, oh well, it was impossible anyway. But I'd like to try because:
nothing in life should be impossible and
few things would make me happier than the idea of making those hummingbirds (and my wonderful mother) proud.
Preorder! Amazon or Barnes&Noble or BookCourt or Powell’s or WildRumpus or McNallyJackson