Jack has been my best friend since high school.
He doesn't have a blog. He didn't write any of this down. He didn't know he was reviewing my book. The following was uttered as I rode along with him in his van to pick his son up from a Boy Scout "let's clean-up-the-creek" project.
But I'm still calling it a review:
Jack: Karen, I'm reading your book, and it's good!
Me: Well, you don't have to sound so surprised, y'know.
(Brief exchange about how much was read by Jack in draft form vs. how much was new to him ....)
Jack: No, I mean, I'm not surprised that it's well written [this accompanied by an expression that probably meant, "You are still the same ridiculous person I became friends with in high school, Karen,"] ... it's just that, y'know, I'd like to think that there isn't much that a "beginner's" book on the Rosary could teach me. But so far I have been surprised and delighted by something in every, single section of your book!
[I can't guarantee that I've properly transcribed the exclamation point at the end. But I like to think it was there.]
I'm guessing Jack gives the book six full stars out of five, with the extra star added because we do, after all, go all the way back to high school. And he still thinks I deserved much more recognition than I got for that "Star Spangled Girl" humorous interp that I did for speech class.