You know what's weird? Googling yourself. Which I just did, mostly because I was trying to track down contact information for an old friend by Googling him. Not much came up.
But of course this led to a bit of a narcissistic fugue, and I wound up on the amazon.com page for "From the Depths." The good news was that it's almost at four stars in customer reviews. And in fact there have been a couple added since I last checked (which, to be fair, was probably like 18 months ago).
The weird part, though, the really weird part, is that one of these--which criticized the book for not mentioning characters eating or using the head on the submarine--still annoyed me. Three years after the book was published! Or maybe that's totally predictable.
I have written about this before, but the point stands that you can't let reviews get under your skin. Same thing is true of rejections. People are reading the book--that's good! They're thinking about it critically--that's good! So I will let the fact that I have read literally zero thrillers that mention bathroom breaks, let alone thrillers set over a period of hours, not days, slide.
Because I'm just magnanimous that way. If you don't believe me, Google it.
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