“I’m more excited than I’ll admit when my hand closes around the paperback. It’s like I’ve been handed a secret, a piece of her soul that she just decided to entrust with me. That’s the way with writers – every word on a page like a window into their private place, exposing a great deal of vulnerability when they allow others to see inside. Even fiction is made up of the truthful scars of the people telling the story. I should know. I tell the same stories myself every day.”
