Candid Moments

Reviewers are an unpredictable lot. One need only pick a book on the website of their favorite retailer to read evaluations that run from high praise (“A beautifully written page-turner […] cannot recommend this book too highly“) to outright condemnation (“full of cliches and unclear language […] desperately needs a real editor.“) It only goes to prove the old saying, “You can please some of the people some of the time, all of the people some of the time, some of the people all of the time, but you can never please all of the people all of the time.” I haven’t yet heard from someone who detests As the Crow Flies, but I hold my breath every time I see a new review go up. My head swells over comments about the witty dialogue, the fast-pace, the mastering of voice. The book has been compared to the works of Ursula LeGuin, Joe Abercrombie, David Eddings—and now Bob Hope and Bing Crosby.

Say whaaaat…?

I had to laugh. While *I* wouldn’t have picked that last analogy, I can’t complain about the company. I’ll be the first to tell you that As the Crow Flies is more of a light read than the trending “dark and gritty fantasy,” and I love hearing that the book made people laugh. Still, while it has its comedic moments, I wouldn’t go so far as to call it “slapstick.” I might be a little disgruntled over that description, but hey—the book still earned three out of the reviewer’s four stars, for which I am humbly grateful, and it still came “absolutely” recommended. Can’t get much better than that.

And so, with the song “We’re off on the road to <pick your favorite>”, I present to you the results of the professional photo shoot for As the Crow Flies. Oo, la la…