I got my first official review this week, and surprised myself. As much as I thought I’d be prepared for it, I was terrified. I avoided opening it for almost twenty minutes before I convinced myself to read it — it wasn’t like the review might improve if I let it age……
And it was good! Someone besides a friend or my editor, someone who reads TONS of romance books, read mine and enjoyed it. I was so relieved I cried. Yes, you read that right. I got all wimpy and weepy and water worked over my first official review.
It’s a very odd feeling for me, not knowing where I stand. If I knit a sweater that has no arm or neck holes, then that fails as a sweater. If I bake a pound cake that you have to drink through a straw to enjoy, then that fails as a cake (and it’s gross). But there’s really no way to tell how people will receive a book. What seems amazing to me might seem pedestrian to you. I call this the Titanic Factor.
Many people — dear friends of mine included — claim this movie is the most romantic movie of all time. The best thing I can say about it is that Kate Winslet looked gorgeous throughout the movie. I only watch it to scoff. I actually laugh and roll my eyes quite a bit and I won’t even tell you the things I yell at the screen. But I digress.
I know that not all reviews will be so glowing, and I don’t expect them to be. But for now I’m going to sit here and hum “My Heart Will Go On” for just a while longer.
Sasha, who wants you to click & read her review:
