My best friend gave me a copy of Lizard Music this last Christmas because I guess I had told her at some point how much I’d loved it as a 13-year-old kid and how much it had influenced me to be curious about the subterranean and to cherish the weird. Now I’m 56 and this was a really nice, thoughtful gift. So I read it again after 43 years, and I have to tell you that it holds up super well. Just a fantastic piece of YA fiction that’s so kooky but so relatable. I devoured it in one sitting, smiling and laughing the whole time. Congratulations and thank you!
That's a swell message, and I am both humble and proud. The only way it could have been better would have been if there were a line like, "I am the boss of a publishing house, and we are prepared to allow you to do more of what you do." You aren't, are you?jn
