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Support The Book Frog's Indiegogo Crowdfunding Campaign (& Just Say No to Amazon)

Breaking in here to promote my bookseller bud's, Becky's, Indiegogo Crowdfunding Campaign.

That's her and her husband, Pete, in the video clip.  They're owners of a wonderful bookshop called The Book Frog.  I wish to God it was in a part of town that I frequented, but unfortunately, it's wayyyyyyy out there on the Palos Verdes Peninsula, about an hour and fifteen minutes drive (assuming no traffic), from where I live.  I've been there at least once.  Truly terrific bookstore and awesome knowledgable staff of bonafide bibliophiles, run by people who know their craft and care about their community; and I'm not just saying that because Becky is a friend.  I've bought some killer Dalkey Archives from The Book Frog -- Gaddis reissues and Witz by Joshua Cohen, as well as Jeffrey Eugenides' latest when it was new, and some Patricia Cornwell over the phone, and have made a few purchases through their website, including Hermann Broch's, The Death of Virgil (because I'm not intimidated by that book) and one other harder-to-find novel that was so harder-to-find, it's name now escapes me.

Anyway, The Book Frog is an indie bookstore that, like most indie bookstores across the States and probably the Globe, could use some assistance.  And I'm glad they're asking for it.  That's what the Indiegogo link above is for (here it is again in case you missed it, Indiegogo Crowdfunding Campaign), so click on it, watch the interesting interview with Pete and Becky, and get involved in their campaign.

In the least, consider doing as I've already done, and add their widget on your blog (see it there to the right on this blog's side panel?) and help spread the good word-of-mouth regarding their great Indiegogo crowdfunding campaign, okay?  All it'll cost you is likely thirty-seven seconds of your time.  Now if you're wealthy and, more importantly, want to see The Book Frog (as well as other indie bookshops in your neck of the woods) continue existing for your kids and grandkids to enjoy as much as you've enjoyed them since you were a kid, then put your money where your heart is and make that generous donation to their campaign!  Not to mention, helping independent booksellers like The Book Frog helps us all keep our own independence alive and well in a world with increasingly fewer options that's allowing itself to become imprisoned by, and squeezed out by, those gleeful pythons at, whose business practices have clearly demonstrated how much they'd enjoy snuffing out their competition completely -- and not just every independent bookseller, but every small business in the United States and across the globe.

Support The Book Frog and their Indiegogo Crowdfunding Campaign.  And just say no to Amazon.


Rebecca Glenn said…
Thanks for the lovely post! You're my book angel.

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