Over my ten years
as an author, I’ve experienced the extremes of good and bad comments. Here are
a few of the negative reviews:
“The fog level
must be pretty lows so I think fourth or fifth graders would like it.” My
response—I will endeavor for more sophisticated, pedantic, pedagogic obscurity.
“The author
peppered his story with crude, distasteful language.” What the hell?
“Much to do
about nothing.” I will work on something.
“So dull you’ll
wish your memory reset every few pages.” Yawn.
On the
positive side, here are some of my favorite reviews and emails from readers:
A review that
speaks of my protagonist Paul Jacobson and his granddaughter, Jennifer: “It’s
hard to beat a team that includes a wise-cracking old fart and as
straight-talking young sprout.”
“The story’s
endearing zaniness keeps boredom at bay.”
“I have read
all your books and enjoyed them immensely, but even more fun was listening to
my husband read them. He snorted, chuckled and guffawed his way through then.
And the idea of geezer lit tickled the bejabbers out of him.”
“Thank you for
the joy you gave me in reading your book. Paul Jacobson is my new hero. Whilst
I am traveling towards the twilight zone myself, this book makes me feel so
good about myself that I can rest easy in the knowledge that all is not lost.”
So, I suck it
up when some readers react negatively to my work but also realize I provide entertainment
and laughs for other readers.
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