I gaze up at the stars. I’m so happy, I could do a Hair Ferris Wheel with my hands. Instead, I thank the book gods with all my heart. I can’t wait to see Catherine in person. I’ll finally be able to ask her all the questions I’ve been whispering to her book at night. Was it scary writing Flea Shop? Did her heart pitter-patter the way mine did when I first showed Finn my graphic novel? Does she still have that antique peanut butter letter opener? Most of all, I want to thank her, for making me feel seen. It is the most powerful feeling in the world.
