For the longest time, Publishers Weekly treated me bad. Called my Big Book O' Beer "disorganized" and "choppy." Took one look at Secret Dead Men and said it was "muddled." Said my little ol' Wheelman was "confusing." Dang.But now, with the publication of The Blonde, all that's changed. Looks like PW got tired of smackin' me around. In fact, according to the September 11th issue, she's sobered up and is giving me a little love:
Rapid-fire pacing, hard-boiled dialogue and excellent local color make up for the unlikely twists and turns of this entertaining thriller.She's sweet on me! She's really sweet on me!
The rest of the review is plot recap, which is cool, even if the anonymous PW reviewer bungles one important detail. I'm not complaining. It's nice to enjoy a little bit of love.
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Yeah! The book is too cool for words.
Ya know, when I finished the book I wanted to give you a deep, tongue kiss, but I thought that might be too much. Now I know. You want the love.
Now there's a reaction I never thought my writing would provoke.
That's where I suspect the bile comes in.
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