Nothing Is the Same

My Life Changed. But I Still Have a Book Coming Out.

I knew something was wrong with him almost a year ago, but I didn’t know how wrong.

He’d seen me through nearly eleven book launches, was always there for the triumphs and the disappointments. He read my books, he listened to them—mostly listened, because he was a slow reader. The smartest person I knew, but he paid attention to every word, he didn’t gobb...