I have never been a groupie. Well, okay. Maybe, for a minute in college, I may have been a groupie. The unknown band was really good. Filled with skilled musicians. Fine. Fine. The lead singer was dreamy. But I quickly came to my senses and went on my merry way.
So, like I said before, I’ve never really been a groupie. Mindless devotion. Seeking emotional connections where none lie or (aahem) sexual intimacy were non should exist. Fame hounding through affiliation. All not my thing!
But if I were to ever become a groupie, Harlan Coben, I would be yours! In a strictly non-sexual, stalking, or otherwise threatening way!
A year and a half ago my Auntie Rose turned me onto your work (late bloomer, I know) and I was hooked. I was first struck by the culture and character with which you write. A sentence in your book is not a mere sentence, but a living glimpse into the world you’ve created. And hey, don’t get me started on hooks and plot twists.
Your writing entertains me, but better it inspires me to improve my own.