So the conversation at home went something like this:
Me: ohmystars, ohmystars, ohmystars!!! Guys, guys, guys!
Family: What? What is it?
Me: I just got a starred review! A starred review!!!
Family: That’s great! Good job! How many stars?
Me (frowning): Well only one, but–
Family (now also frowning): Isn’t one bad? I’m pretty sure one is bad. Gee. I’m really sorry, Mom
Me (exasperated): No! This is good. There’s only one available. It’s just one star. You either get it or you don’t. I got the maximum amount of stars offered.
Family: . . .
Me: Never mind. I’m going to go tell my writer friends. (tells writer friends)
Writer friends: ohmystars, ohmystars, ohmystars!!!
Here’s the review:
Issue: September 15, 2018
Lies, Love, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
By Julie Wright
Nov. 2018. 320p. Shadow Mountain, paper, $15.99 (9781629724874)
One-eyed Silvia Bradshaw loves movies, and she quotes from them frequently. Additionally, she bears a striking resemblance to Audrey Hepburn. But Silvia’s career is not in front of the camera but rather behind the scenes as a film editor. Her job as assistant to a well-known editor is consuming all her time, since she increasingly ends up doing all the editing work as well as trying to get her boss sober enough to attend important studio meetings. In the last hours for the final edit of an important movie, Silvia has to drag her boss out of a nightclub, and Ben, a great pal from her last job, steps up to help. With her boss so drunk he isn’t conscious enough to even look at the film, Ben helps Silvia finish the job. But their fledgling relationship appears ill-fated when they are driven apart by misunderstandings and lawsuits filed by a rival studio. Wright (Lies Jane Austen Told Me, 2017) presents a terrific read for romance readers who like a “proper romance,” in which the social relationship, not the physical mechanics, is the point of the story. A thoroughly satisfying read with a great happily-ever-after conclusion.
And here is the book: