*Crystalline* In A Torrential Downpour Of Sparkliness.
We all received foam ornament, lightbulb, or stocking cutouts at work for festive decoration purposes. Most of my coworkers just scribbled on their name and slapped them to the glass partition behind the front desk, but me...given the opportunity, I will cover anything with rhinestones and glitter. Even you are in danger of enhancement if you hold still long enough. :| Just try me.
More razzle dazzle:
(Did I just type that? I kind of feel like hurling now.)
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And OMG, Broccoli Books is dead! D:<
I linked the announcement, but I'm going to cut to a citation just for...memory's sake. *sniff*
Nov 20, 2008
Final Tasks for Broccoli Books
Posted by: Shizuki in Broccoli Books
Broccoli Japan has announced the dissolution of Broccoli International USA.
This means that Broccoli Books will no longer publish books in North America.
As the operations manager overseeing various aspects of the company, I have lots to do in the next several months. But I’d like to continue to give updates on Broccoli Books production blog periodically about specific titles.
All of the book licenses revert back to the Japanese publishers at the end of this year. And we are working w/ them so that the titles can be released by other US publishers sometime in the future. We are gathering all production material, including finished books that haven’t been printed yet, so that the new licensees will be able to use the materials if they choose to do so.
There are a few titles that are currently in talks already, so hopefully I’ll be able to provide updates until the end of this year.
Also, we still have a lot of requests for dust jackets & stickers for all of our books, and we’ll continue to mail them out until they’re all taken care of. If you want the dust jackets & stickers, please make sure you mail them to us by early December.
Thanks to all of you who read Broccoli Books over the years.
We enjoyed working on every single one of them.
Ugh. This makes me so nervous. This is why I'm constantly consumed by a paranoid urgency to buy what I like immediately, in case the "what if"s are realized and the publisher falls out, sucking its titles into a void where alternative repurchasement is returned to a lavender-tinged nothingness of unicorns and singing flowerbeds.