D.G. Hudson wrote an amazing post and Amazon review for my first NOT SO INNOCENTS book:
No, I will not give the link to it since I have pretty much given up on people reading my books.
But it surprised me that anyone had read my book, much less liked it well enough to post a review.
Do you wonder who reads your books?
Walk down any mall and you will find three or four kids,
hooded, gathered around a table, leaning over like monks or druids,
their eyes fastened to the smartphones held in front of them.
But how many, if any, books have they read in the past 6 months?
It is sad that those teens are avoiding eye contact,
avoiding real conversations in favor of cyber-talk.
They are avoiding reading even more.
Yet, stories are the touchstones of who we are as a People, as an individual.
Written stories are the secrets of the soul made manifest in prose.
We don't get that from the torture porn of GOT or THE WALKING DEAD.
Novels slip us inside the minds of the characters in them as TV or movies do not.
They let us see through another perception other than our own.
Could a country that had widely read “Huckleberry Finn”
have taken Donald J. Trump seriously for a second?
Twain’s readers will remember “the king” and “the duke.”
They know what a bullying con artist sounds like.
Who do you think reads your books?
What do you think they took away from them?
What sparked you into writing your last book?
What were you trying to say in it?