Dear Reader

Here’s the deal: when it comes to talking about my books, I could give you the politically correct mommy answer and say that I love all of them equally, but that I just love them in different ways. I could refuse to answer which one I would save first from a burning house or which one I would choose if you were super cruel and made me play a hypothetical Sophie's Choice game. But the truth is, I'll Meet You There is my heart in paper and ink. It hurt to write and after it was born I fucking loved it so much I knew I'd murder anyone who tried to hurt it. (Um. Watch out critics.). I love Something Real and Exquisite Captive to death and would take a bullet for them (please not literal ones), but after you read the letter below, you'll see why I'll Meet You There gets shotgun every time. Perhaps I suck at parenting.





The letter you're about to read was something that I wrote this summer to go out with advanced copies of the novel, which comes out this February. It was primarily intended to be read by bloggers and reviewers and booksellers in order to give them a little context. Parts of this are at the end of the book in the reader's note and acknowledgments, but I wanted to make sure this story was read, that people would know it wasn't just a summer romance YA (but there is romance--the gritty kind I like best). The books must have all been mailed out on the same day because…