Please excuse the brief boasting, but I’ve been so happy to see the reviews for my novel, Getting the Picture on Amazon.
Such as this one: This book was not the cosy love-in-an-old-people’s-home tale i was expecting. It was far richer, odder and more sinister than that, weaving in a story of decades of love and obsession.
YAY! Odder and more sinister. That’s the way I like it…
And there’s this: ‘How did two girls as young as us get so old?’ seventy-nine year old resident Flo asks her friend, but they ‘still have the power … to make good things happen’. Their bones may be old but they still have the spirit to tango, arrange liaisons for others and fall in love. This novel defies the notion that we diminish as we age. Heartily recommended to all, it should provoke some interesting discussions for book groups.
And this: There is poetry in the stories and an underlying sexual frisson.
It’s not just that people ‘get’ what the book is about that makes me so happy – but more that they have bothered to both read and review my book.
Thank you, thank you, thank you! I can’t begin to tell you just how much it’s appreciated, and I don’t take any of it for granted. I know how busy everybody is.
And here’s a little something in return, from the ‘That’s Not My Age’ website, Bolivian Grandma’s playing handball. I can just see Flo doing this…