You have inconveniently scheduled books by two of this year's Campbell nominees, Sarah Monette's The Mirador and Scott Lynch's Red Seas Under Red Skies, for release too late for me to read them before voting at the end of July.
This makes me sad, because reading those books might very well make a difference in my vote. And maybe it should make you sad, because I promise to write thoughtful reviews about them, as I did for the other books by the Campbell nominees that I've read so far. (It makes my dog sad, too. Look at that sad face.) Wouldn't it be nice if we could all be happy?
I'll be glad to provide you with a mailing address, or even an e-mail address to which you could send an electronic copy—I'm not fussy, and I promise to be well-behaved.
(My motives are entirely pure, of course, and this has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that I really really want to read them. Uh-uh. Nope. Nosiree.)
Very truly yours,
(To my deep annoyance, I see that Bantam was randomly giving out 20 copies of Red Seas, the due date for entering which was—yesterday. Well, at least I've finally finished re-reading and logging Mélusine and The Virtu, and can proceed to Elantris, and then to the Hugo nominees. I'm making progress, honest . . . )