When I opened my mail at Books & Books this week, I got a pleasant surprise: a promotional flyer for the paperback version of the mighty Brocke Clarke's Exley. Let's have a look, shall we?
That's right. Entertainment Weekly, The New York Times... and Aaron Curtis (oh, and The Washington Post). Sweet Readers were the first to realize that I'm a taste-maker, but now the publishing industry has spoken.
Yet this flyer is served with a soupcon of shame. I've mentioned Exley three times in passing here at SwF&F. Well, five, if you include The Heat Lightning and the best of 2010. But I've never recommended it all on its own. I've also yet to review it on Goodreads, although I read it more than a year ago.
Call it Out of Sheer Rage syndrome; I loved it so much I didn't want to turn anyone off with a lame recommendation, so I ended up writing nothing. But it's even worse than that. Some people have a tough time blogging about friends and family. I feel that way about books which have won a place near my heart.
So if I haven't been clear, you should read Exley. You'll love it, and it might even win a place near your heart.