Russell May posted the first review of on Amazon:
“This might the world’s first garden thriller ever to be published. Imagine Mel Bartholomew meets Liam Neeson as written by a graft of Douglas Adams and Dave Barry, and lyrics by David Byrne, if it had lyrics.
You aren’t going to read the secrets of Life, the Universe, and Everything, but you will be asking yourself “How did I get here?” and “That’s not my house” which is more of a statement than question.
Jack is what ever action thriller hero should be, if that hero was serious about gardening and saving the world in equal measures. Ever wanted to know what the hero really is thinking around his action love interest? Be careful of what you ask for because you may just receive it, good and plenty.
Jack isn’t a static hero, either. He experiences some real growth during the story, and cuts his way through dilemmas with his quick thinking, skills, and the most important aspect, dumb luck, which Jack has in spades. These are all properly balanced to promote healthy side plots and a strong root system. The world building is fertile and rich with loamy imagination, perfect to really plant yourself into for a quick-paced action adventure that doesn’t leave you wilting away from boredom.
Occasionally Mr. the Good resorts to bad puns and cheesy dialogue, but fortunately there’s at least four or five pages where he doesn’t. I did my best to make up for that oversight.”
Thank you, dear Russell. I’m getting a little misty over the high praise.
I’ve got some friends visiting this week from the states – a wonderful family. You really find out who your friends are when you move over a thousand miles away from home.
Or maybe you just find out which friends have enough cash to afford an international flight.
Anyhow, I’m thrilled to have them visit. We’s already gotten pretty deep into the local rum aand r havign a wdoneful (hic) tiem enyjowd sodj nfs da