New Old Books and Amberscrap

Fast Women and Faking It are out in trade paperback today. Remember the covers the brilliant Mollie designed?

Well, they're on store shelves now. Just wanted you to know.

And so this post isn't just about selling you something, here's the Amberscrap story:



When Lani moved in and saw I was overwhelmed by all the stuff in this house, she said, "EBay." So we talked about setting up a store and figured out a few rules like no exploiting fans by saying, "Hey, buy Jenny Crusie's junk" which meant creating another identity, and only putting up stuff that was at least interesting. Then we started to brainstorm how we'd do it and Amber and Shalamar (Amber can't spell) were born. It's Amber's stuff, of course, so she'd get to describe it although Amber's daughter Shalamar is the one who gets the store name (Amber's Crap) and who would add all the important details like size and condition. Then we spun this huge back story about Shalamar growing up with a mother like Amber, and what their voices would be like–oddly enough, we traded voices because Amber's is peppy and happy and Shalamar is the Voice of Doom in the background–and what Shalamar's kids were like and how she got them, and Amber's checkered dating past which would come up often in the descriptions. It was fabulous. And it would have taken way too much time. So all we ever actually did was this:

Amberscrap: http://amberscrap.com/

I'm looking at that hideous folk dress now and thinking, "Hmmm. Amberscrap." But really, there is no time. And I still have the brass bird candleholder that falls over a lot. But REALLY, there is no time. Or there's . . .

NO.

Although how much fun would that be?