A number of you nice people have e-mailed about a hatchet job someone just wrote about one of my books. I have not read that review, and to repeat for the ten thousandth time, I don't read reviews. The laundry, you know, it's just overwhelming. Gain and Oxy-Clean are my life these days.
Seriously, I'm flattered that you all would get so indignant on my behalf. Please don't think I'm so fragile that I'm going to boo-hoo the minute someone says something unpleasant. If that were the case, the death threats alone would have polished me off weeks ago.
I don't know the reviewer in question, and I rather doubt it was anything personal, but even if it was, it's only an opinion. Everyone is entitled to their opinion -- and that's all they're entitled to. When you're published, make this your mantra.
If it makes you feel better, according to my editor that particular book has been on the BookScan bestseller list for seven straight weeks. This at probably the most competitive time of year for new releases, too. That's what really counts with the publishers: the numbers, not the hatchet jobs.