PositiveNPRWaters is a master of the slow build, of the gradual assemblage of tiny random moments that result in a life-altering love. She captures the deep emotion that can underlie the crude mechanics of sex, the poetry that keeps it from being just a midnight merging of limbs and orifices. Forget about Fifty Shades of Grey; this novel is one of the most sensual you will ever read, and all without sacrificing either good taste or a ‘G’ rating … [The Paying Guests] is a book that doubles as a time machine, flinging us back not only to postwar London, but also to our own lost love affairs, the kind that left us breathless — and far too besotted to notice that we had somehow misplaced our moral compass.
Robert Galbraith
RaveThe Chicago TribuneIt's terrific. This mystery novel featuring a quasi-disabled military veteran; his clever secretary; a rich, troubled beauty who may have been murdered but who just as likely may have plummeted to her death in a suicidal swoon; and an attendant swarm of hypocritical poseurs and annoying hangers-on, is a rich, involving chronicle of contemporary celebrity culture — and a nifty whodunit, to boot. If Charles Dickens and Agatha Christie had briefly shacked up, their love child might very well have been Robert Galbraith ...a masterful novel, the kind of big, noisy, busy, beautiful book in which it is so easy and so pleasurable to become enmeshed. The characters are fascinating and true, the London setting is rendered with such visceral sensory precision that you will find yourself reaching automatically for an umbrella, and the mystery at its heart.
Stephen King
RaveThe Chicago Tribune11/22/63 was born in the questions that loom in invisible ink in the margins of every history book: What if Hitler had never come to power? What if the Titanic had enough lifeboats? … Many writers have undertaken time-travel stories, but what's marvelous and enthralling about 11/22/63 is that you really feel that Jake's in a new place — that is, in an old place, the past. There is a beautiful, unsettling strangeness about everything, from the clothes to the music to the cars — yet it is also familiar, because we know it.
