Being mentioned isn’t enough… my ego requires me to re-blog this.
I’ve come a little late to the Kate Morton party, as with most of the best selling authors in my collection. While I have seen her books around for years, I am naturally suspicious of anything that lands itself on the New York Times best sellers list until I receive a solid recommendation from my own personal bookie. It’s not that I think I’m better than everybody else who buys books (although that much should be apparent by this point) it’s just that I want to make sure I am purchasing a best selling book of Sloane Crosley caliber, rather than seeing Fifty Shades of Grey for the first time and taking it home because at first glance (which is all I usually give a book before settling down one night to read it and discovering it is actually fancy pornography) it appears to be quixotic.
My bookie, Andi Kay, is Queen of the Listies and well acquainted with how my reading brain functions. Essentially this means I let her slash…
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