No, I’m not on it. I’m it, it seems. I am getting increasingly many, and increasingly bad, offers of books to read and review and all kinds of other things like interviews and whatnot.
Recently I gave up my attempts at being nice and friendly to almost everyone (the gas meter reader I screamed at the other week not included) and changed what I say on my blog contact form. But the odd thing is that it appears to spur people on, rather than the restraint I had hoped for.
Zombie romance novellas are not, and might never be, my favoured genre for reading. Actually. Not even if the author has an interesting back-story (body removal technician). But I suppose it’s worth asking.
Most of the askings are destined to get not even a ‘perhaps’ from me. Some are very dire, and it is quite sad some of the time, because people have tried. Sometimes it gets annoying, when the writer is under the impression they can make demands.
I could remove the contact form. But then I wouldn’t hear from the many nice people who write to me. And some of the books offered are fine, and more than fine. I’d go so far as to say I’m not prejudiced against the undertaker professsion either, but it takes skill to incorporate that kind of background into a children’s book.