To be honest, I don't think the book has been out long enough to gather a lot of results or reader reaction. It was a top pick in the latest Romantic Times (yea!) and has a couple of nice reviews on Amazon (left by a couple of you!). Best of all, I've received a couple of reader letters that make it all worthwhile . . . like this one:
I didn't know if they would do the endoscopy in my street clothes or if I'd put on a gown, but I was told to wear comfortable clothes. Because it was cold outside, I put my loose-fitting velvet jacket over my shirt and jeans.
Well, a very sweet nurse comes to take me back, and she leads me into a cubicle that is semi-private-- curtained on two sides, wall at the back, but wide open to the world at the front. I look around, but there's no gown on the bed. "Just take off your shirt," she says, smiling, "and I'll cover you with a blanket."
I start to take off my jacket, but I hesitate. "Take off my SHIRT?"
My young and friendly male doctor walks by, so I smile and wave, but I'm thinking this is strange. I've never seen people sitting around in their underwear before, but what do I know? I've never had an endoscopy.
When I'm standing there in my bra, the nurse realizes what I've done and she gets ALL flustered. (Imagine a woman suddenly stripping down to her Victoria's Secret in Wal-Mart or some other public place.) She grabs my shirt and holds it up like she's trying to cover me and says, "Oh, no, not this--unless you WANT to take it off."
"Why would I want to?" I grab my shirt again. I put it back on and button it up again quickly, praying that the doc doesn't walk by again. "But you said, take off your SHIRT, and that other thing is a JACKET."
Anyway, I got back into my shirt and got into the bed for my (quite routine) endoscopy. But I'm sure that nurse enjoyed telling the story of the Stripping Patient during her lunch break. :-)
And now that the world knows of my humiliation, it is quite complete. :-)