My husband sent me a link to a review of my book this morning. It was a favorable review, but I felt like crawling under the table and sobbing.
You see, there have been three reviews so far (well, three that I’ve seen, anyway.) All of them have been lovely, complimentary and packed with praise. PW even called my book “rollicking”. How cool is that?
All of the reviews have pointed out that they would like to have had more background on the way the magic works. That’s fair – I left it vague on purpose, since the main character doesn’t know herself why it works. I’ll be sharing more as future books are released, until the reader and Kestrel all understand together. It’s not so much a complaint as a desire, and something I should keep in mind as I write future books. At least they care enough to want to know.
So why is it that when I look at these reviews, all of them giving me praise and telling people my book is worth reading, I can only focus on the one slightly negative bit? And if I’m already worrying this much, what happens when the inevitable unfavorable review finally shows up? Talk to me, my more experienced compadres. What do you do to get over the emotional roller coaster of reviews?
Disclaimer: I’m suffering one of those headaches today, I’ve misplaced my only pair of glasses, and my son is practicing his bassoon. Scary….