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'As the last chapter came to a close, I got off at my station, sat on a bench in the sun and postponed my walk home by ten minutes or so to enjoy the last few pages uninterrupted, a little oasis of sublime romance in my rushed day.'

A lovely, lovely comment from a review of Turning the Tide by Miss Write. Check out her blog for sharp, clever writing.
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HelenMWalters said…
What a lovely review. Congratulations.
20 July 2010 at 06:07
Deborah Carr (Debs) said…
That really is a fabulous review, and very well deserved too.
20 July 2010 at 06:36
Pondside said…
Could you have asked for a better review??? Wow!
20 July 2010 at 07:27
Flowerpot said…
Great stuff! I trust you are feeling very chuffed by that Chris - and rightly so.
21 July 2010 at 02:59
Chris Stovell said…
Er, hello reberto!

Helen, thank you - it was so nice to find.

Debs, thank you and thanks to Novelicious today!

Pondside, no! Completely unexpected and wonderful - made me cry!

Fp, totally chuffed and really happy.
21 July 2010 at 04:01
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