What My Family is Saying About My Book
An Appeal to Pity
So, you didn’t order the book yesterday. Fine. I get it. The appeal to beauty didn’t work. You don’t like being told what to do. Me neither. You’re different like that. Special. Exceptional. We both are.
So let me try another tact: an appeal to pity.
See here is the thing about writing a book. There is this cool thing called the publishing industry where every time I sell a book, a portion of that sale goes to me, and that portion amounts to about 20% off a Frappuccino at Starbucks. So just think about that for a minute.
If five of you order a book, that’s like one WHOLE Frappuccino at Starbucks! Woohoo! Pretty cool.
Not doing it for you?
Okay, well then, let me make an appeal to cuteness.
Look, see? They are beautiful. Think of us all together, taking turns sipping that single Frappuccino. Because here’s the thing: my family loves this book. They’re crazy about it. So I think you will love it, too. Here are some of their own words:
“I mostly like the parts of the book where you quote other people’.”
- My 12 year old.
“It’s not my fault I don’t have time to read your book, Dad.”
- My 14 year old.
“This book gives me PTSD.”
- Brenna
“Dada! Book!”
- My 2 year old.
You see? They LOVE it! And so you will, I’m sure.
You can order it right here, today.
PS - You want to know if you can still get that free resource for small groups? I won’t say yes. But I’ll say “Fine.”
Until Friday.
The offer’s still on. But Friday is it, because I can only do this 50-emails-in-my-inbox-every-hour-with-random-amazon-codes-thing for so long.