I never even bothered to look at the elusive New York Times Best Seller list to see if Paris Letters would make it. I just figured there was some magical formula for getting on it, including a lot of little people and New York schmooze fest lunches with fancy pantses.
In fact, It’s Top 10. Not even Top 10. Better than that. It’s #7. It’s Top 7!!! And nary one fancy pants schmooze fest happened. In fact, I’m at the lake with my family (including two nieces) discussing who is going to play with the iPad first.
“How about I put that iPad away and toss you in a snow bank!”
Then the lovely Samantha sent me the link this morning. Glad someone is keeping up on these things.
Talk about getting caught off guard.
So life on the New York Times Best Seller list is pretty sweet. To celebrate I’m tossing the nieces in the snow bank.
Spread the word via your various social media outlets svp.
For this I will send you a million rays of light.