Every time I hear that a review is about to be published, or notice a Google alert to say that something containing my book’s title has just appeared on the Internet, my stomach churns. Am I about to receive a public flaying? In fact, my stomach starts churning months before the book comes out when I recollect what is to come: not the pleasure of holding the outcome of two years of work in my hot little hand but that ominous word ‘reviews’ . Of course, what would be worse is no bullhorn, no reviews at all—the silence of being ignored.
This time it has been even more agonising because I am little-known author Carol Baxter (who?) from Australia (where?) who is presenting her endeavours to the world (oh, really?). And what has been the response? In brief:
‘totally irresistible’ Independent (UK)
‘as lively and readable as a crime novel’ The Times (London)
‘a fascinating history, mystery and portrait of a complex, contradictory man' Daily Mail (London)
The relief … oh, the relief! But wait—the book comes out in the U.S. and Canada on 8 October. And then Australia on 30 October. The stomach starts churning again!