A friend and former coworker of mine is a Top 100 reviewer on Amazon — he is also probably the bane of our public library system’s existence, given that he’s generally got dozens upon dozens of books on order at any given time. He reviews his [expletive deleted] off, my friends.
Like any proud book-mama in this digital age, I occasionally peek in on my “children” at Amazon (and any author who claims not to is flat-out lying), only to find that he’s written a review of Spin to Knit. A really, really touching one, for that matter.
And now I’m all verklempt. Of course, that may be 2+ days worth of Irish food mauling my stomach, it’s hard to tell.