The other day, after the book reading in Koramangala, Chris and I walked into Sapna, where Chris picked up 3 of the 7 copies they had of my book. The salesman told us they’d got 15 copies and sold 8 already. That was nice to know – eight people whom I may or may not know had walked in and bought my book. (Or, alternatively, one person may have walked in and bought all eight; but if so, presumably would have bought them for eight different people.)
Of course, eight is a very small number. Not even double digits. A drop in the ocean. But still – at least somebody was buying my book.
Various people I know have bought my book, of course – friends and family. That’s important to me, but in a different way. Unknown people buying my book is thrilling in a different, somewhat inexplicable way. Maybe it’s because it’s only when unknown people buy your work that you know whether your work has a wider appeal or not.
So it was very satisfying to read this review, by someone I don’t think I know. It’s even nicer to see that it’s a pretty positive review.