A woman who
lives where I work stopped into the office last night and said she
was two-thirds of the way through “the Cary Grant book” and that
I had “outdone myself.” (She was referring to The Cary Grant Sanatorium and Playhouse and is
one of a handful of people to have read all my books.) She said I was
at my “wittiest and craziest.”
She
went on to say she especially enjoyed the beginning of the book and I
figured I had won her over because she is of the age that may have
grown up idolizing Cary Grant and other movie stars referenced early
on. Instead, she said it was because she “grew up in central
Europe”—referring to the chapters dealing with a young man's
escapes from the Nazis.
One
can overlook dismal sales with a review like that. Thanks, Sonia and
I hope you enjoy the rest of the book.
