Dear Author review of Hidden Conflict
I can’t believe I didn’t post this when it first came out. I thought I had, but when I checked back recently it turned out that I hadn’t. What an oversight!
I don’t know what it is about Beecroft’s writing that ravishes me so. Maybe it’s that her prose is like Keats’ poetry to me: redolent with scent, aching with color, and beautiful with taste and sound. Maybe it’s how she scours me inside with the deeply-felt emotions of her characters. But this story manages to do in 58 pages what False Colors did to me in more than 300.
Hee! A comparison to Keats! I am beyond chuffed 😀
There’s a certain amount of quibbling in the comments, but you can’t win them all 🙂