"OhmigodwhatdidIbuy????"

Five sales overnight (always a nice thing to wake up to. Far better than that time one of the cats had puked on my pillow and I didn't find out until I rolled over, anyway...), plus three returns.

Returns always amuse me - did someone buy my book thinking it was some sort of gift-wrapping guide? I like to imagine someone flicking through Amazon, when suddenly, 'Oh look, honey - now we can send that awkward gift we got your Aunt Audrey!' followed a few hours later by a horrified screech and the need to bury the kindle under a pile of cushions until the nastiness has been deleted and the cranial cavity thoroughly disinfected.

Either that, or there are some bloody impressive speed-readers out there, the bastards.