I wasn't planning on pushing my book on this site because I somehow felt that violated my Twitocratic Oath and Passive Marketing ethos, but I does occur to me that my book does need some advertizing, and no one else is going to do it.
Postcards From Ireland is now on sale. You can buy it at Amazon.com, Amazon.UK, Kindle.com, Kindle.UK, Barnes and Noble Nook or Smashwords.
Additionally, to help heighten the festivities, I am offering my first two books—Postcards From Across the Pond and the creatively titled More Postcards From Across the Pond—as 99-cent eBooks. (This is a limited time offer, which means they will stay at that price until I can be arsed to change them back.)
And now I’m going to do something I expect you’ve never seen another writer do: I’m going to warn you off buying it.
If you are a fan of my first two books, then you will know they are books of hilarious essays about my life here in Britain. And if you are expecting the third book to be a continuation of the first two, you would be mistaken. It is not a collection of essays, but a linear narrative recounting my Ireland adventure from ten years ago. This is not to say it isn’t funny; it is. Even I had to laugh at my ten-year-old self when I was reminded of how hopelessly ill-prepared I was for a solo trip to Europe; in looking back, I am amazed I pulled it off without being killed or arrested. But there is, in addition to the frivolity, a thread of romance, a revelation of my impressions about seeing my soon-to-be-wife for the first time and how I ended up in the very circumstances I had originally gone to Ireland to avoid.
So, if you’re looking for a book of essays, don’t buy it, but if you want a fun read about a clueless American let loose in Ireland, then you might enjoy it. I hope you do, for I certainly enjoyed sharing the story with you, and finally getting the chronicle down fully and completely.