Tuesday, March 30, 2010


The last thing I should do is the one voluntary function I am compelled to do. I read reviews of my books. All of them. Including the ones on Amazon.com where, at the moment, The Boys is one customer-click away from covering the star spread. I've got the five-stars, I've got the one-stars, and I've got everything in-between, except for the rarest and most elusive of all reviews, the two-star. The two-star review says "I hated this book, but liked the paper stock". It's the "I can't bring myself to kill this book, so I'll abandon it in a forest, instead" award. I want that award. Keep your fingers crossed for me.