Now I’m not one of those indie authors who are always slamming traditional publishers. After all, I bought and continue to buy many of the books they publish. However, sometimes it’s just not possible to suppress the snark.
I’m currently rearranging my library and came across this 2006 mass market paperback edition of Dead End Dating, a paranormal chick lit novel by Kimberly Raye. While preparing to reshelve it (I’ve rearranged all the urban fantasy and paranormal romance according to creatures featured), I chance to glance at the spine and see this:
Yes, Ballantine Books, an imprint of the mighty Random House Penguin concern, is unable to spell their own name on the spines of one of their books. Ouch!