I’m on the ebay!

I just got a google alert about a copy of Man Bites Dog on the ebay. Hee hee.

I'm on the ebay!

Starting bid is 99 cents. Much more reasonable than that US second-hand bookseller who wants $130-plus (US!) for their copy. I did email them to ask why the price was so high, but they never replied. Maybe I shouldn’t have said I was the author.

99 cents? Even counting the $2.50 postage fee, that’s a bargain price for an out-of-print debut novel by a young Australian author!

I’d bid on it, but I already have a copy.

EDIT – Final bid was 99c. Total sale price: $3.49. What, no bidding war? *sigh* At least it sold. If it had been passed in, I don’t know how I would have reacted…

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About Adam

I'm a dad and the author of the poetry collections The Third Fruit is a Bird and Not Quite the Man for the Job, the novel Man Bites Dog and the short story collection Heroes and Civilians.
contact: adamatsya@gmail.com
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