Righto. This was going to be a blog about something completely different. Only now it’s not.
Now it’s a link to a review of Of Honest Fame that just come in and, although maybe you’d think me past getting misty-eyed or sentimental about a review at this point, well, that would be wrong.
Because this time, the reviewer really loved the book and loved the characters…and that truly means a great deal to me.
I’ve been called an ingenue recently for just such sentiments. (I know. I just made you spit tea on your laptop–sorry about that.)
But honestly, you know, if engaging with one’s readers and their hearts makes me an ingenue, then long may I remain one. (Sadly I expect it’s more a case of ‘when were you ever an ingenue?’)
Anyway, have a read of the review. I’m chuffed to bits over it. And truly delighted that I’ve brought someone to love historical fiction and the history as much as I do…And the reviewer–well, she’s just a perfect poppet, she is.