James Earl Jones reading.
I have always been a bit suspicious of my husband's assessments of my writing. This week proved me right. I mistakenly gave him only half of a story to read, which he then proclaimed marvelous.
Yes, I said, after discovering the missing pages, but didn't you find the end a bit sudden, a bit lacking.
Do you have a reader you can trust with your work? I can trust him to prop me up when I need it. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But where's the critical voice?