I haven't read his book yet, but if it's anything like the man, I'd say it's a real winner. I've put in a hold for Demonkeeper at the library (it's already checked out, don't you know!), and I'll post my thoughts as soon as I've a chance to read it. But this isn't about the book; it's about the man: Royce Buckingham. Doesn't that just roll off your tongue?
I had the chance to run into him at the PNWA summer conference this past weekend, and I have to say: he's the genuine deal. Not only is he entirely delightfully loveable, but he's likeable, which is saying a lot, if you know what I mean. He is sincere, down-to-earth, and real. The story spread like wild-fire when he teared up in a session: in hushed, awed voices, new friends told me that Mr. Buckingham almost broke down when he talked about a couple of fan letters he had received from 10-year old boys. In spite of book deals and a movie deal, he is most moved by the missives of two young fans. In a word, I find I'm impressed. And that, my friend, means a lot in this far too shallow business. It certainly made a fan out of me.