Frankly, anybody who's going to kill themselves because of a bad review has no business writing a novel in the first place. - Robert Galbraith

"Ridiculous," he said breathlessly. "You ought to give up detecting and try fantasy writing."

. . . she'd seen a flicker of something in his face that wasn't mere friendship, and they'd hugged, and she'd felt . . .

Best not to dwell on that hug, on how like home it had felt, on how a kind of insanity had gripped her at that moment, and she'd imagined him saying 'come with me' and known she'd have gone if he had.

Hard to remember these days that there was a time you had to wait for the ink and paper reviews to see your work excoriated. With the invention of the internet, any subliterate cretin can be Michiko Kakutani.