On the back of every dust jacket on every hardcover book are the tributes.
"Best story I ever read." "Best writer of this genre." "Best writer of diverse genres." "Best writer in the world."
Tributes from fellow writers, from magazines, from professional book review websites.
I have read a million of them. I have ignored a million of them. I recently read the best one ever.
Vince Flynn on John Connolly: "The intensity of a madman and the subtlety of a poet."
It is how I see myself.
No one else sees it because my soul is encased in lead - nothing gets in, nothing gets out.
Still, there is hope.
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