Sometimes I hate living Down Under.
I miss out on stuff because of our time difference (or else it makes it really hard to participate), shipping from other countries is a nightmare (and thanks, Amazon, it cost me over $80 to get two copies of my OWN book sent to me).
And now, I find out that Bookbub is essentially useless to me down here. I signed up, added myself as a reader and author, made a profiles, added some author friends…then noticed a few tumbleweeds blowing about the place. I mean, there was nothing – nothing – to see on my author friends’ profiles except a two paragraph bio. Where were their books? How could I see what they’ve written that I haven’t read yet? Worse, how could I upload reviews?
I contacted Bookbub only to be told: “Unfortunately, the Author Profiles on the BookBub Australia site are quite limited and do not include all features available on the US site. We’re always working to improve the site experience for all book lovers, and encourage you stay tuned!”
Seriously?! So what the bleep is the point of me even being on there? I can’t support anyone. I can’t even FIND anyone.
I won’t even start on how difficult it is to work with Amazon.com.au… Instead, I think I’ll go have a tinny on the dunny with Jonno, cause we’re obviously thick as two short planks down under, and ain’t worth the big blokes’ time or effort.
Unrelated but fun – while I’m here, lamenting about all things OZ, I wanted to share this meme, just for Marcia Meara. She knows why 😉