The Book has landed

Here's the big news: I have copies of The Truffle Book. Four pallets each laden with 40 brown boxes stuffed with lovely little books, the fruits of a very long labour. Copies will go out to everyone who helped me in the next day or so, and review copies shortly thereafter. The NZ distributor (Nationwide) starts the sell-in next week. Copies should be in NZ bookstores soon after. The big promotion push won't happen until late summer (Feb/March) because we're getting too close to Christmas (and it pains me to say that - it's still months away), and I'm still waiting to hear from Australia, but I'll have copies for sale on the Limestone Hills site very soon. In the meantime, don't forget you can download a pdf sample here. Time for a drink... Muddy Water 2001 Syrah when I get home.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005 12:00 am (permalink)

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The Truffle Book

Winner of the Special Jury Award at the Gourmand World Cookbook Awards. "Absolutely rivetting" - a well-known prince. Available as softback, limited edition hardback, and PDF. Free sample PDF.

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