Sunday, October 12, 2008

Trockle Trick-or-Treat Tour ends Monday

Where has the week gone? The Trockle Trick-or-Treat Tour just began, at least it seems as if it did, yet tomorrow Holly and Jordan will wrap up the tour.

Trockle and Stephen are stuffed with treats of all kinds, including Choco-Tacos. More people have met and fell in love with Trockle. Others have learned more about him and his mom.

The book is one that children seem to love, and, even if they don't admit it, so do adults like me.

Copies of the book can be ordered from the 4RV Publishing Store, and the contest for a personalized book with Trockle is still open. So, visit the last stop on the tour, and enter the contest, on Do I Have to Spell It Out Monday .

The bubble wrap found with the experience of this blog tour is the friendliness of everyone involved.


unwriter said...

trockle is fun and that is the long and short of it. Doesn't matter if you're a kid or a kid at heart, this is a very enjoyable book.

Vivian Zabel said...

Thanks, Ron. I'm honored to head the company that published it. I feel as if I were the doctor that delivered the baby. *laugh*

Oh, thought about your suggestion about the title, etc, and changed it just a tad.

Becky said...

So, Vivian, are you happy with how the tour went? Will you do it again? What worked and what will you do differently?


Vivian Zabel said...


I was able to visit and float on this tour. The first one I organized and bossed around (not really bossed, but was in the middle of everything). This one Holly and Jordan organized and managed.

Yes, I'd do it again. In fact starting Oct. 26, my mystery/suspense goes on tour. I'll be posting the schedule in a few days.

Morgan Mandel said...

No fair putting up Trockle for your critique!

Who doesn't love him?

Morgan Mandel

Vivian Zabel said...

When I posted the entry about Trockle, I hadn't thought about the critique. Since I'm part of the Team Trockle (I delivered the book), I felt I should note the passing of the tour.

And everyone does love Trockle, don't they?


* laugh *