If you are in your right, skeptical mind, one would acknowledge that blurbs on the backs of book jackets are not garnered praise. They are solicited endorsements meant to advertise. Though their recommendations may be truthful, blurbers are not asked to give a truthful opinion. They are asked to favor. Because advertisements are on every source of surface outside our own skin, hyperbole is somehow thought of as harmless, especially when it comes to small time writers because the world exists in such a minute dirty puddle in an otherwise lashing rainstorm. We instead should consider it like we'd consider a celebrity magazine - a vacuous obfuscation that misleads potential readers and parties down exhausting roads as to waste their time, money, and effort to find a better text. What is a better text is anyone's opinion. In a small world though, it is usually does not arrive blowing on a rape whistle soliciting successful strangers for a fuck in an attempt to get its name out there. That's what your friends are for.