I read some of my reviews. I know I probably shouldn’t. That mature writers most likely ignore them. But I’m not sure that I’m all that mature. So, I read them.
My Mother’s Chamomile has garnered a few so far. Just 3 between Goodreads and Amazon.
One thing all 3 agree on? That, as they read this novel, they felt like they became part of the family. Not that they were observing it, but that they were in it.
Did you happen to know, that’s the very best good thing anyone could ever say about my writing?
It sure is.
And I’m so flattered/grateful/encouraged/glad.