Gina Holmes is the founder of Novel Journey and Novel Reviews. Her debut novel, Crossing Oceans, is set to release with Tyndale House -May 2010. To learn more about her, visit: http://www.ginaholmes.com/
In the last year, I must have recevied dozens upon dozens of requests through Facebook that look something like this…
“John Doe suggests you become a fan of John Doe.”
What goes through my mind when I read
2. I don’t think I’ve ever read a book by him.
3. Oh wait, yes I have. Wasn’t my thing.
4. Is he the president of his own fan club? Wierd.
5. How presumptous of him to think I’m his “fan”. I mean “fan” is a pretty strong word. I’m a fan of maybe a dozen writers throughout history and time, and not one of them has ever suggested I become their fan. I just was.
6. Note to self: Don’t make up your own fan page and suggest people become your fan.
I’m not trying to be mean, honsetly. I just don’t think many folks are getting how these suggestions may be interpreted.
But with most everything, there is a right and wrong way. Here are my thoughts, (and yes subjective opinion), on a better way:
1. Have someone else put up your fan page and send out the invites. (Suggesting someone become your fan page on Facebook comes across as suggesting someone join your real life fan club. Would you walk up to someone and say, “Hey, I’ve just started a fan club for myself and I think you should join?”
They’d probably wrinkle their nose and avoid eye contact for at least the next few run-ins with you.
2. Don’t call it a “fan page” if you’re setting it up yourself. Call it a “reader page” or “reader circle” or “friends of author John Doe” or “people who can get through John Doe’s books without falling asleep” or something along those lines. It just sounds less presumptous.
I’m curious. What are your thoughts on this? Did I hit or miss the mark on how most of you feel about these fan requests?
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