I came across a review of Love Love in Goodreads…and it’s very kind and thoughtful. The writer is a guy named Larry who not only read my novel but was inspired enough to write something about it. He’s got a blog and has reviewed many other books and movies (his review of Inside Out is so closely aligned with my own view that I almost feel like I wrote it!), so check it out.
Larry’s review in Goodreads | Blog
There was a time in my life when I read purely for pleasure. Before then, I read pretty much for pain, or more accurately, I read and it caused me pain. Like reading Thoreau’s Walden and Stephen Crane’s The Red Badge of Courage for English class – now there was torture. But thankfully, there was Stephen King and Stephen R. Donaldson and Stephen Coonts and even some authors not named Stephen, and I was in bliss. These were my lazy high school years. I remember reading Misery in a single day, from nine in the morning until nine at night, and I had no other desire than to feel every word on the page. It was pure hedonism.
A review of four books I wrote for The Nervous Breakdown.