I let out an inhuman wail and began to sob when I got to the end of this blog post. I had gone into the bathroom and closed the door to read it (that's the only place a mom can truly be alone, and even then, it's not complete solitude). My nineteen-year-old heard my banshee crying and got concerned.
"Mom! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just read something by Tarryn Fisher and I am crying now."
"Okaaaaay. Good or bad?"
"Good. So damn good."
And it is. It's breathtaking. And to think that my book plays into her brilliant tirade --- for it IS brilliant --- I just can't even. I'm considering getting a tattoo of Tarryn's name on my arse.
Want to know what I'm talking about? Check out the review of The Law of Moses by Tarryn Fisher!
"Mom! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just read something by Tarryn Fisher and I am crying now."
"Okaaaaay. Good or bad?"
"Good. So damn good."
And it is. It's breathtaking. And to think that my book plays into her brilliant tirade --- for it IS brilliant --- I just can't even. I'm considering getting a tattoo of Tarryn's name on my arse.
Want to know what I'm talking about? Check out the review of The Law of Moses by Tarryn Fisher!