First of all, I don’t usually send letters to people I don’t know. The last time I did so, it was to the manager of my local grocery store and it was because they stocked the back care and back pain items on the bottom shelf. (I believe I opened with “Is this some kind of sick joke?”)
For you, a friendlier message. I have loved your books since I was a teenager in a library book review group in Spokane, WA. We received a review copy of The Muffin Fiend, read it, loved it, and gave it the Golden Pen Award for Mystery. I’ve been hooked ever since.
Anyway, thanks for doing what you do. Books got me through my gawky, nerdy, goofy teen years and turned me into a less gawky and much nerdier and goofier adult. I’m pretty satisfied with the results. I had great parents- a couple of them were the usual biological ones, but some were the kind that taught me through storytelling how to live and be me. You are one of those, and I think that’s pretty cool.
I was the one who stocked the back care and back pain products on the bottom shelf. Can you forgive me? Think of the nice books I wrote after I got out of the sick joke business. Good for you for using books the right way, (although use as doorstops and for pressing flowers are good too)
