A telephone review…

A friend of mine just called me to tell me she read IN THE SEVENTH DAY in one sitting! She started it one evening and “couldn’t put it down.”

“It’s shocking,” she said.

“Did you like it?” I want to know.

“Oh yes! You’ve quite a story here. So much in it.”

Of course, you know I asked her to “write a review!”


Jane sells another paperback novel…

Jane's NovelNot a dime novel – no.

But, this morning at my bank, I wait to speak to a customer service representative to change the pin on my check-card ( which I use only for identification at the bank ). I think I am likely to need to wait, so I bring my brand-new copy of IN THE SEVENTH DAY into the lobby.

No need to wait, after all.

I meet with a delightful young woman who tells me she’s traveling next week two hours north of Madison to locate a wedding dress. I congratulate her.

We begin to speak of politics, of President Obama and of someone named Romney, of the economy and even of abortion. Turns out we are both opposed to abortion and both supportive of our President.

At the end, once my pin is chosen and confirmed, I mention – as I often do – that I am a novelist. She immediately says, “Oh, I’m looking for something new to read.”

I push my book toward her. I’ve conveniently placed it on her desk.

I say, “Perhaps you’d like to read mine.”

She says, “Yes, I think I would.”

After warning her of its graphic nature, I sell her my novel. And once again, I get to do that fun thing. I get to sign it to her.