The Strangest Review You Will Ever Read
I mailed a copy of my latest novel to a friend in December. He is smarter than most people I know, but he doesn’t have a phone, email, or an internet connection. He is well read and highly educated. He’s a big guy, with a fair complexion and greying red hair, and a perennial smile, and just like Johnny Cash always wore black, he always wears white. He walked up to me through the crowd of over a hundred men and grabbed me for a hug.
Your book: best yet, by far. Edgy.
My friend wears white because he is incarcerated by the state, for reasons I do not know; that is between him and the state. I haven’t seen him in several months and we don’t correspond often. I am here to help him grow in his relationship with God. I am thrilled by his comments, which are exactly what I hoped he would say.
I hugged him back.
Thank you, brother.