I was so excited after I read the first review of Vincent I started swearing like his potty-mouthed sister Rose.
I wanted to share it with the world!
But my Dad always told me there’s nothing worse than people who blow their own trumpet. Blowing your own trumpet means boasting about yourself. So I feel a bit conflicted sharing this review. Like I’m showing off (which clearly I am). But I’m just so thrilled that somebody liked the book!
So sorry Dad. Cover your ears and pass me that horn!
And many thanks to Phil Lesnie.