Dear Santa:
All
right, fatty, here's the skinny. It's been a long year. A good year, don't get
us wrong—we launched the Text
Classics series, we got a nice haul of awards
(including Small Publisher of the Year), we saw Peter Temple's brilliant Jack Irish
on our TV screens, we acquired an
international sensation—but we are tired. It takes a lot of work,
year round, to bring everyone such fantastic books.
Your Christmas Eve is pretty
hectic, granted, but you don't know what it's like to work that hard all through
the year. It's tough, Santa.
I
think we've really earned the things on our wishlist, so I hope you can help us
out:
1. Can
you please get this
song out of my head? Every year, Santa. Every year.
2.
Very crowded bookshops. Customers jammed in. We want booksellers to work up a
sweat serving so many people, and then we'll join them for a drink when they
close up shop on Christmas Eve.
3.
Give ereaders to everyone for Christmas—and send them straight online to find our
books at their favourite eretailer.
4.
7,000 followers on Twitter.
We're close!
5.
More ponies.
Thanks,
big guy. We'll leave out the good biscuits for you.
Love,
Text.
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