I combed through the paperback proof of Kicks Like a Girl and thank goodness I did because I found a page and a half with no indents, one paragraph indented too far and a few other piddly formatting issues. My reader didn't see any of these things, said she was too engrossed by my great book. I will not ask her to proof for me again, bless her heart, but she did boost my ego with her complements.
Yesterday I was subbing and had packed my proof copy to check over during free periods. In the hallway I bumped into the school's new head cook, who I really like, and I pulled out my book to show her. She took it and remarked, "I love reading!" Then she looked at it again and said, "You found a book by someone with the same name as you? Cool. Because you have a pretty uncommon last name." Uh, no. I wrote this. "YOU wrote this? HOW?" It was a funny exchange.
Now it's time to squelch my fear and self-doubt and publish this book. Silly how that critical voice in one's head shouts louder than the voices of real people saying nice things about one's work.