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On being an Amazon Vine reviewer

Amazon Vine reviewer

Several years ago I received an e-mail from Amazon inviting me to participate in a brand new program called Vine.  What the heck is that, I thought.  In their e-mail they said that they would send me FREE books!  I got to KEEP the books!  So what’s the catch?  I had to read and write a review for the books.  Okaaaaayyy…..  What’s the real catch?  So I called them.  Yes, it was true.  This was a brand new program.  They were inviting me to participate.  Yes, I could keep the books.  At the time there was some nonsense that I had to keep ALL the books they sent to me.  Yeah, right.  Do you have any idea how quickly those pile up?  (BTW, that changed recently. I guess they got some complaints from hoarders about the number of books piling up.)

Anyway, I’ve been a Vine reviewer since the inception of the program.  Now if you’ve read my previous posting about my addition to books, you know this is like asking an alcoholic if it would be OK if someone sent him free booze every month.  Heh heh heh.  And the answer to that question would be?  Heck, yeah!

So the way the program works is this.  Twice a month I receive an e-mail notifying  me that a new posting has been made in a special compartment of the Amazon website where I get to choose a certain number of books.  They mail them to me.  I get to read and write a review about them.  That’s pretty much all there is to it.  Since the beginning of the program, it has been expanded to include all kinds of products, not just books.  Food items, vitamins, toys…you name it.  Whatever Amazon sells.  I’ve received some really terrific stuff.  Aside from the books, I’ve received some neat food products, earphones, a flat bed screener, computer programs, toys….I can’t remember everything.

The big misconception by the public and what I’ve read online is that the Vine reviewers have to give everything a good review.  That is definitely NOT so!  I have been very frank when a product has been a real stinker.  And some of them have been.  I actually do try to read and review every book but they do pile up which is the big downside of this program.  I’m a reader and have a whole bunch of books that I want to read for ME, not just for Amazon.  But who’s complaining? 

Are all of the reviewers as conscientious?  I couldn’t say.  I only know that I read at least a couple of books a week from the program, not counting my own, or considering that I have a REAL life.  I’m not even in the top 1,000.  Do the top reviewers real ALL the books they review?  I can only speculate.  If you rely on the reviews for Amazon or any other website, at least be a bit skeptical.  I would say that most of the reviewers do a great job but there might be a few who take shortcuts. 

Anyway, thank you Amazon, this is a great opportunity. And, for you curious people out there, I use a pseudonym, not my real name so you won’t be able to track down my reviews.  It’s better that way, don’t you think?

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Books. Books. Books. My secret addiction.

When I was a little girl and first discovered the wonders of reading, I vowed to read every book in the world.  I can’t tell you how old I was before I actually realized the impossibility of that.  But I’ve been trying ever since.

I’m not quite sure why I took to reading so well.  I wasn’t a particularly precocious child.  I didn’t have parents who pushed me to read at age two or anything.  But I did have a parent who read to me every night and we always had books around the house.  We had a three-volume anthology of children’s poetry and stories, plus my father had a complete set of the classics.  You know the kind.  The ones all bound in red.  Probably one of those order by mail deals. 

When I finally learned to read for myself, I was off like a horse at the Kentucky Derby.  I haven’t stopped since.  I had my first library card at the town library. These were the days where you were issued one of those cardboard cards with the numbered medal plates that made an impression on the card in the pocket of the book.  After I’d gone through most of the children’s section, I was given the privilege of moving up to the adult section of the library.  This was a really big deal to me at the time.  It was a very old library of many floors with steam radiators, high ceilings, dusty corners.  Later in high school, my friends and I would haunt the study rooms in the overheated atmosphere.  Yes, even before computers. 

In college, I actually had a campus job of working in the library which was wonderful.  I could cruise the stacks, get first dibs on the newest selections, and really learned how to research.  By the time I graduated, I had been promoted to the reference desk.  Sigh.  What fun! 

Just a small part of my secret addiction.

In the past many years, my interest in reading has only grown.  It continues to amaze me to realize that we can still share the thoughts of people who have been dead for centuries.  It’s as if they are still here, whispering to us. 

My interest in acquiring books has never waned either.  I still want to possess them.  I love the tactile feel, the smell of the ink, the heft and weight of the books.  I love to see them on my shelves.  Most of the online booksellers know me very well, as well as many of the used booksellers.  I love to cruise bookstores, both old and new, and often ensure that I locate the nearest bookstores when I’m traveling. Going into a bookstore for me is akin to an alcoholic visiting a bar.  It’s a very dangerous (and expensive) proposition.

But what about electronic books, you say.  They take up much less space and are easily transportable.  Humph!  My son bought me a Kindle for Mother’s Day.  Well…..it has its uses.  I can download nearly any book in the public domain and can often read a book for much less than the price of the “real” book.  But it just isn’t the same.

And then to further feed my addiction, several years ago I was invited by Amazon to participate in their Vine program.  I’ll write about that another time but the jist of the program is that they send me free books every month and all I have to do is review them.  I don’t even have to give them a good review!  How cool is that?!

So, thank you Ms. Kuhlman way back in first grade for teaching me to read.  You probably didn’t realize the path you set me on then.  And I’m really sorry I stole that Little Golden Book from the classroom library.  It was my first and only foray into crime.  I think I’ve more than made up for it since in the many many books that I’ve donated to libraries wherever I’ve lived.