I feel like I’ve crossed over some weird threshold, into the land I dreamed about when I was a kid. Me? In the New York Times?
ME? IN THE NEW YORK TIMES?
Yep! They Susan Gregory Thomas reviewed Bigger than a Bread Box in the Times Book Review. I almost can’t believe it.
It’s an amazing review. I don’t even know what to say… it shouldn’t feel as big as it does. It shouldn’t mean SO MUCH. There are wonderful reviewers all over, on blogs and small magazines, trade publications and podcast shows. Everyone has an opinion and every opinion matters. But even so, there is something about this that feels HUGE. Like– my grandmother would know what this meant. Like I’m part of something stretching back in time.
The book is no better or worse than it was yesterday. The sales are probably the same too. But it’s something. It’s some thing to have the Times say:
“As miraculous an insight about divorce as anyone could hope to have.”
I’ll take it. Whether I deserve it or not.