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The first review I read was from a literary publication that described the book as unflinching and specific and written with the particular authority of someone who had lived inside the thing she was describing rather than observing it from outside. The second review used the phrase inside view. Not from the methodology. From the book. From the chapter about the Marlowe's dinner and eating the meal alone and going home with every piece of yourself intact. The third review was not a professional review. It was a message in the Aldrich Press reader feedback system, forwarded to me by Patricia. A woman who identified herself only as M. She said she had bought the book on Tuesday. She said she w

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“Wow. Come on. Go pick your book, and I’ll pay for it.” “No, ma’am, some other time.” “Please?” I gave him the best puppy-eyed look I could master. “A gift. I’ll be right here. I’m just scanning through the series.” Mom was following a great crime, mystery/thriller author on I*******m. “All right, since you insist. Please, don’t leave this section. I’ll be back in two minutes.” I smiled at him and watched him take long strides away. I grabbed the last two new books from the same author. She was done reading and leaving a review on the last one before these two.

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“More important, how was your week? Had any more hallucinogenic trips to the past?” “Thankfully, no. Maybe now that your book is out, they’ll stop. If that was the reason I was having them in the first place. I need to concentrate on the present. The L.A. Times Book Festival is one of the best attended on the West Coast.” “This is very impressive.” Nate looked around at all the preparations. “The conventions I attend are usually so dull compared to all this.”

She was already thinking about what she wanted to do Julian came down from the library. He was wearing a gray sweater. He picked up a book review magazine that had just arrived. He started reading it and a big smile spread across his face. "The people who review books are saying that our book is really good, " Julian said. He put the magazine down next to Elena's laptop. He walked over to her. Put his hands on her waist. He looked at the outline that was pinned to the board. "They like that our book does not rush through the story. They like that it takes its time and does not try to surprise the reader every page. It seems like all your experience in the book business has helped you make a

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This time the celebration was mine, all mine, and I did not have to worry about someone hearing me through the walls and asking questions I did not want to answer. I scrolled down to look at the reviews. Thousands of them. Five stars everywhere. People were writing things like "best book I have read all year" and "Lyra St. James has done it again" and "I stayed up until 3 AM finishing this and now I am tired at work but it was worth it." I laughed at that last one. Been there, done that, got the dark circles under my eyes to prove it. There was a notification blinking at the top of the screen. Messages. I clicked on it and found many unread emails from my editor, a woman named Peggy who had

0 the most widely reviewed, the first book having the access to the general literary audience that subsequent books often lost. The literary press had reviewed The Inside Account across dozens of outlets. Major newspapers had devoted significant space to it. Don had been interviewed on the radio. That level of general literary attention had not returned for the subsequent books, and Don had not expected it to. The second book had been reviewed primarily in the outlets that had liked the first. The third book had been reviewed in a smaller set still. By the fourth book, the reviews were concentrated in the literary quarterlies and the persistent online venues where the dedicated readers gathe

“This one?” Liam squinted. “Too dramatic.” I giggled again. “You’re a ruthless book critic.” He shrugged. “But you like it, don’t you?” I couldn’t deny it. This moment felt pleasant. Warm. Calm. Like a small fragment of life that used to get lost in the busyness of our separate worlds. We kept walking around, reading titles and studying covers one by one. From brightly colored illustrations, glamorous celebrity photos, to simple designs with only embossed titles and the author’s name.