Mr. Kester is a confirmed "best-seller" on the other side of the Atlantic.
It seems to have all the ingredients for a best-seller, except one.
I've had an offer from the author of that best-seller—I've told you about him.
For ten years, he had been writing without selling a word and then suddenly he broke into the big time with a best-seller.
At the end of three and a half hours, I felt completely pumped out, and Maxwell had a sheaf of notes the size of a best-seller.
The first best-seller I happened to observe in this ignominious position was a novel that came out the same fall that I did.
Many books, and especially certain works of fiction of the "best-seller" type, are clearly reading-mob phenomena.
For the rest, I can offer happy endings as conventionally apposite as those of the worst "best-seller" of any lady novelist.
