So, it’s the day before the Man Booker Prize announcement and I’m far from excited. Time was, I would have been poised ready to get in early to work and order shed loads of whatever had won before anyone else could get their mitts on it, anxious to get my bid in before the inevitable reprint. A good result meant – and still does, I’m sure – guaranteed sales and a healthy boost to Christmas profits, although this year’s shortlist with its two paperbacks may not help with that. These days I’m a little tired of the whole thing. Twitter’s agog with speculation but I couldn’t even work up the enthusiasm to post on my favourites for the longlist, let alone the shortlist and now the winner: Neel Mukherjee’s The Lives of Others is the current bookies’ favourite if you’re interested. It’s never been my favourite prize. The Baileys (née Orange) usually has a much more interesting selection as does the Costa (née Whitbread) with its different categories and the new Goldsmiths’ looks good. Perhaps you’ll write me off as jaded, a bit of a party pooper, but so many books I admire and would love to press into customers’ hands were I still a bookseller seem to fall through the cracks. What do you think? How important are prizes to you? Do you always read the Man Booker or do you have another favourite prize you look out for?