I wrote The Tale of Despereaux because my best friend’s son asked me for the sto...

I wrote The Tale of Despereaux because my best friend’s son asked me for the story of an unlikely hero with exceptionally large ears. He was eight years old when he made that request. And now, twelve years later, I am packing a suitcase to attend that boy’s wedding. The words that I have going through my head as I move around the house are these (from Robert Frost’s poem “Birches”):
Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
Happy wedding day, Luke and Mel...