I have suffered from bibliophilia since I first learned to read. Writing has always fascinated me. Other people began noticing my prose in the first year of junior high, grade eight for people in school jurisdictions using different terminology. For some reason, however, other people seem to like my writing more than I do myself. Despite that handicap, I have worked, off and on, as a journalist, but never tried to publish any of the literary attempts I was sometimes driven to scribble down in notebooks or on scrap paper, or type into an old computer that would inevitably break down and lose my work. Another expression of my bibliophilia was a short-lived attempt to own and run a used bookstore. That was before the internet and the worldwide web changed publishing and book distribution forever. Whether this or any other story I may publish in the future are any good is up to each reader to decide for his or her self. That is why my first published smashwords stories are free.
on Dec. 28, 2014 :
Badly edited (out for ought, their for there as examples) and poorly written. My niece wrote better than this when she was 10. I can't figure out what is going on, it feels like this is a continuation of a story already started somewhere. The characters make no sense at all. Keep working at it.
(review of free book)