Becky Flade, Author

My brothers are three of my favorite people. I was almost 17 months old when the eldest of the three, Kenny, was born. Nicholas arrived 8 days before my third birthday. And Christopher about 4 months after I turned five. I don't remember a time when there wasn't a Kenny Flade. But I remember when Nick and Chris came home from the hospital. My mother put them right in my arms, each of them she says including Kenny, and told me they were mine to take care of and to love. I took that responsibility seriously our entire lives. As several bullies could attest if they were willing to admit they got beat up by a girl. My brothers weren’t just my first friends – they’re my best friends. They know all my stories, are featured in all my memories, and share all my friends. I am often saddened by the fact that over the course of adulthood we've made our lives and built our individual families in different states scattered between Florida and Philly. For...

Well I was going to review JD Robb’s last two books, Delusion in Death and Calculated in Death , because they were the last two books I read – both in hardback as I wanted, nee required, a break from my Kindle and my laptop. But for some reason it felt beyond arrogant to assume to write and then publish reviews of these books as though my opinion of them means anything. The reviews I’ve written previously have been requested of me and that, my friends, is quite different in my opinion than assuming to write an unsolicited review of someone else’s hard work. As a newly published author I look for new reviews regularly. I beg for them, I chew on my nails in anticipation of getting one; and when I do I analyze every word, even a positive one can send me into fits, but a negative one can send me spinning. But surely Nora Roberts/JD Robb wouldn’t lose any sleep over what I thought. Seriously? Who am I? I can just see it now. I post my lackluster review and Nora Roberts promptly signs i...