And I got these cool bronze award stickers. Hey, I didn't have bronze stickers before this, so WIN!
The running theme in every review of this book is how it made readers laugh out loud. This is something I'm particularly proud of since I have forever wanted to be on the same "hilarity footing" with my pops, who has been for most of his existence the proverbial life of the party. While I may not have quite reached that pinnacle (I don't even know when I last attended a doo where they let me get up on the table), I'll take the kudos for being highly entertaining—the book, not me. I'm quite entertaining to my friends, in fact, which is the sole reason they are my friends, but the larger universe has been elusive because, as a writer, I am a solitarist. Yes, I just made up that word.
The other thing that stands out to me as an author is that nearly every single reader has told me they read the book like they're watching a movie. They can see the scenes vividly. It's also how I saw it as I wrote it. So I'm thinking some day the stars will align, and this baby will become a major motion picture. I can dream, y'all.
In the meantime, you'd do me a huge kindness by telling all your peeps about Take My Husband, Please, which is available on Amazon any time of the day or night, no matter if you're on a train to Tipperary or a boat to Bermuda or simply lollygagging in the loo. That's how convenient it is to claim this great read. I thank you.