Endorsement

I could understand everyone’s reserve if it was my mother, but it was my Aunt who said she liked my book, and that’s more credibile. Granted, she said it helped to drink wine in order to get through it. And, true, she asked me why the letters jumbled the words, sentences moved around, and the book skipped pages. My Uncle said he saw her holding the book upside down once. She had a good answer, though, saying the cover was slippery. I believe her. I’ll tell you something else. It was my Aunt, not reviewers, not some literary critics, not scientists, nor theologians, nor some other person I don’t know in the great big wide world out there, but my Aunt who said she liked it. I believe her, and that’s why her opinion means so much to me.