Every once in awhile a reader of one of my books will say something about the book that makes me want to weep... with gratitude. That happened today when I read this review of Each Angel Burns by writer Stuart Heaslet posted on his blog:
Every so often I come across prose that is...mature. I was reading Kathleen Valentine's "Each Angel Burns" and found myself immediately drawn into a story of ethereal grace and sensuality, tinged with humor. Valentine is one of those rare individuals who has intimate knowledge of human frailities and the best and worst of humanity, but instead of approaching them with an ax, she directs scenes by giving power to nuances. And she does it with an emotional and lyrical cadence that is a joy to feel.
Normally during business hours I assert myself as a practical man, but the book managed to blow both my schedule and my hypocrisy out of the water. I couldn't put it down.