Have you ever heard the expression: "Be careful what you wish for"?
Two very kind people have offered to read my book and I am now very nervous.
It's all very well slogging for years; well it wasn't exactly slogging, and it wasn't really years, but you get my point. Then falling in love with your own words to the extent that it becomes impossible to believe that anyone could think them anything else but brilliant. Now it's come down to it and actual people are going to read my work.
My daughter did finally and reluctantly relent, since after all, she is the target age of the readership. Though only after "accidently" dropping a picture of something she wanted for Christmas and without which the world will cease to exist.
Now I'm not so sure. If I give it to her first, she'll enthuse out of gratitude. But if I make her read it she'll say it's the best thing since whatever vampire book she read last last, whilst busily telling everyone on Facebook what a gullible fool her old dad is. So I think I'll rely on others who don't know me. I can probably endure the scorn better from them.