Today I yoinked another newsletter, BookBub. I did this despite BookBub doing exactly what it sets out to do: Highlight sales on books in genres I’m interested in.
I did this for a few reasons:
- As a general part of this year’s culling, winnowing out inessential things and clutter from my life
- My book reading has fallen off a cliff this year
- I have a backlog of books to read for when I climb back to the top of the cliff
- The majority of the BookBub recommendations are for unknown authors and my hit/miss ratio with them has left me increasingly risk-averse
- A corollary to that: Established authors rarely show up in BookBub deals
My inbox has gone from being essentially unmanageable (so many newsletters coming in that I just plain didn’t read some of them) to so svelte I can breeze through it in a few minutes.
I like it.
Here is a cat seizing the day. And the mail.
