What’s a Good Blurb?

First, it was the cover. The cover of your book is what people will judge it by!

Then it was the title. Or maybe the subtitle. The subtitle of your book is what people will go by for sure!

But now it turns out it’s actually the “blurb” – you know, the language that goes onto the back of your book. Or, rather, if you’re selling a Kindle book on Amazon, the book description that pops up when you click on a title. The blurb of your book is the most important thing ever in terms of getting people to want to read your book!

Needless to say, I’ve agonized over all three of them. I’ve agonized over the cover, and whether a toilet on it would turn more people off than it would attract (I’m betting on people’s potty brains here and going with the toilet; and the roll of toilet paper). I’ve agonized over the title, and whether to put the word “turd” in there (I did not go that far in the potty department, although it turns out the word “housewife” is even more fraught with potential problems than the word “turd”). I’ve wracked my brain over the font of the title, and I’ve even wracked my brain over whether it is “wracked my brain” or “racked my brain” (the jury is still out on that one).

And now I’ve written the blurb. While I’m still fiddling with the rather anal chore of converting my Word document into the proper Kindle format without letting a stray tab completely ruin the layout, I’ll let you have a look at it.

I hope it’ll make you want to buy my book.

Where else but Africa can you expect to be completely pampered when embarking on a week of hardship?

This realization convinces housewife, mother of four, and expat blogger Eva Melusine Thieme that her idea to climb Mount Kilimanjaro as the crowning achievement of her three years in Africa isnā€™t as crazy as it sounds. In fact, it has all the trappings of a dream vacation: no cooking, no fighting kids, no class parties to be organized, and an army of porters to lug everything up the mountain.

But she soon finds out that the list of challenges and discomforts associated with scaling Kilimanjaro is long: sub-zero temperatures, blistered feet, long drop toilets (of which, you may learn, the drops are not nearly as long as they have once been!), and the ever-threatening altitude sickness no one can quite escape from. Her climb turns into the greatest challenge she has ever faced, and ultimately she must make a fateful decision on that mountain, one that will have her question the meaning of life, identity, and family.

Part guide book, part travel memoir, part history lesson, this story has something for everyone ā€“ the seasoned hiker, the aspiring Kilimanjaro trekker, the armchair traveler, the housewife and mother. You will find yourself smile and at times laugh out loud as Thieme takes you on her journey up the slopes of Kilimanjaro together with her teenage son and a group of opinionated South African friends. From planning the trip to shopping for supplies to trudging uphill wishing with all her heart for an ice cold sip of water untainted by chlorination tablets, you will follow the author step by step on her quest to stand on the summit of Kilimanjaro or at least have a memorable time trying.

Warning: You might be determined to climb Mount Kilimanjaro yourself after reading this book!

Nicole 6


  1. Great blurb!! I would definitely be interested in buying your book when reading this. (Of course, I plan on buying it because I’ve followed your blog and have enjoyed every post!) I’m so happy for you and your book endeavor! You are truly an inspiration šŸ˜€

    *peace and blessings* Sonji sent from my iPad


  2. Eish, – have you explained that one in your blog somewhere – you ask for our opinion and when we give it we’re OPINIONATED! Am I missing somethng here? Mike

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