Hurray ! Everyone listen very carefully, as this is Ifeanyi Amadi talking, well, writing. My dear authorly mother is out there living her life, and I couldn’t resist sneaking in to shout out the news to the whole world. It is my story, after all.
Finally, today is the big day ! The book is out. Go and get it. Come on! Well, no, wait until you finish reading this post, and then, do rush to the nearest bookstore to buy Amadi’s Snowman, yes?
You’ll see that the cover of the book is gorgeous. I really love the way Dimitrea, my second mother the artist, worked with colors. It’s sunny and warm, just like back home. And the way she painted that snowman up in the sky is so much like what I imagined when I tried to make sense of things, in my very unique way. I’m not saying anything more, because, well, because you have to buy the book, of course! How else will you find out what that snowman is doing up in that Nigerian sky, and what he means to me in the story ?
Oups ! Mom just arrived and caught me at the computer. She doesn’t mind. She’s smiling. She even asked me to say thank you to all who where involved in the creation of the book : the publisher, Jennifer Bunting, the editor, Audrey Maynard, and her assistant, Karen, the lovely publicist at Tilbury Publishers, Sarah McGinnis, and of course, Dimitrea Tokunbo, for bringing the book to life with her colorful art. She also said to not forget the people to whom the book is dedicated : her husband, Michel, with very special thanks to her friend back in Enugu, Theresa Madubuko, who read several millions drafts and answered just as many questions, and Uma Krishnaswami, who is her favorite teacher in the whole writers’ universe.
I’m glad to report that she ended this sloppy thank you moment with a big kiss to me, because after all, if it weren’t for me, there would never have been a story in the first place, and no story, no book.
Now, it is my turn to thank my authorly mother for making me famous. Imagine, me, Ifeanyi Amadi, hero of a book that will hopefully be read by many children all over the US, and I hope, back home, and who knows, maybe even all over the world. Isn’t that something? Of course, as a pretty exceptional Igbo man of Nigeria, I deserve nothing less, but no matter. I’m totally thrilled to have my own book, and so, I say : “Dalu, mama imela.” It means “thank you, Mother, well done,” in my Igbo language.
So, please, if you live in the US, run to the nearest book stores – no, scratch that, run to ALL the book stores in your vicinity, and also those not in your immediate vicinity, and look for my book, and make sure you turn the cover so it faces all the prospective buyers who happen to walk by the shelves. And if you don’t live in the US, the book is available for order on amazon.com and barnes and noble.com.
You can leave comments on this blog for me, if you’d like. I promise to reply.
P.S. Watch this space in the coming months. Mother the author is preparing a virtual book launch on this very blog. It should take place sometime at the end of October and there will be interviews, virtual school events, a tour of other blogs, AND books will be given away ! Hurray!