Shelf Monkey: oh yes, it’s worthy of awards

It is with great hon­our and hum­ble acknowl­edge­ment of my genius that I accept this award…

Just kid­ding. About the false mod­esty part, not the award part.

Shelf Mon­key has just been award­ed Gold as Best Pop­u­lar Fic­tion Nov­el at this year’s Inde­pen­dent Pub­lish­ers Book Awards!

From the release:

This year’s con­test attract­ed 3,175 total entries, with over 2,500 entries in the nation­al cat­e­gories and over 600 entries in the region­al com­pe­ti­tion. Books came from 49 U.S. states (come on, North Dako­ta!), D.C., and U.S. Vir­gin Islands; 9 Cana­di­an provinces (get with it, North­west Ter­ri­to­ries!), and 16 coun­tries around the world: Trinidad to Thai­land, Croa­t­ia to Czech Repub­lic, and France to Fin­land.

I’ve gone over some of the past win­ners of dif­fer­ent cat­e­gories — famed Cana­di­an author Ray Robert­son won for Best Region­al Fic­tion (Cana­da East) in 2007 for his nov­el Moody Food, Dave Eggers won in 2007 for Best Gen­er­al Fic­tion with his nov­el What is the What, and Jim Har­ri­son took home the gold in 2001 with his col­lec­tion of novel­las The Beast God For­got to Invent. Pret­ty heavy hit­ters to be in com­pa­ny with. I’d bet­ter start lift­ing weights or some­thing.

So, I humbly accept this award — although I won’t be at the cer­e­mo­ny next week in L.A., I have been informed by my pub­li­cist that a rep­re­sen­ta­tive of ECW will be in atten­dance, and will accept the award with a pho­to­copied image of my face adhered with scotch tape to his vis­age. Classy.