Readers of this blog know I’m opinionated, have high writing standards (for myself at least and in what I read). So it is particularly gratifying when an astute reader of one of my works takes the time to write a thoughtful review.
For my latest opus, “Twilight’s Indian Princess” I’ve been fortunate to have received some very insightful appreciative reviews. I don’t buy or solicit reviews as the majority of authors do today, a common practice, and publishers do too (and perhaps that’s stupid on my part, but the very thought of it turns my stomach). So at least my reviews are genuine.
I also don’t check my book sales every day or prowl constantly for praise in reviews (I got over that a long time ago). I’m not a good self-promoter; I write the best honest books I can and just put them out there.
But I was surprised and gratified to find a surprise when I checked in on the languishing “Twilight’s Indian Princess,” the first installment in a series. It’s literary, involved and has a difficult main character. Three strikes against it. I just assume readers of Gone, Girl or Game of Thrones would pass over it in a heartbeat, because it deals with deeper matters, what really goes on inside the character’s head that influences behavior and relationships. Those other books are only superficially interested in such things. They don’t want to make you think too hard. And who needs another headache, right?
But today I stumbled over this latest review on Amazon of “Twilight’s Indian Princess” and was, well, gratified. If I touch only a few thoughtful readers, I consider myself a greater success than bestselling writers.
With her two kids away at camp and her rough-around-the-edges husband bugging her with his fish smells and his overuse of ain’t, Sarah is another “woman on the verge” and she’s volatile. Funny, but volatile.
Everyone, or most people, anyway, reach a point when they look up and wonder (a la David Byrne), “How did I get here?” Sarah’s just beginning her inner investigation.
By the way, the title doesn’t refer to Sarah. It’s a horse she had when she was a kid.
That detail alone told me, when it hit home, that this would be a special story.