Reading is a hobby, but for some of us, it's an escape from the difficulties we face. To all of you who escape into books, I want to thank you for escaping into this one.
ReadingColleen Hoover in Reminders of HimTo Michelle - my love and life's partner and Malia and Sasha - whose dazzling light makes everything brighter.
Barack Obama, A Promised LandTo my husband, David Yoon, who showed me my heart.
And to my smart, beautiful daughter Penny, who made it bigger.
To the First Mother who Brings up a Happy Child.
John Watson, Psychological Care Of The Infant And ChildTo caffeine and sugar, my companions through many a long night of writing.
Robb Hobb in Ship of MagicIt is very unnerving to be proven wrong, particularly when you are really right and the person who is really wrong is the one who is proving you wrong and proving himself, wrongly, right. Right?
Lemony Snicket, The Reptile RoomWhat can I say about a man who knows how I think and still sleeps next to me with the lights off?
Love declerationsGillian Flynn in Dark PlacesThe dedication of this book is split seven ways: To Neil, to Jessica, to David, to Kenzie, to Di, to Anne, and to you, if you have stuck with Harry until the very end.
Joanne K. Rowling in Harry Potter and the Deathly HallowsThis is presented as a work of fiction and dedicated to nobody.
Charles Bukowski in Post OfficeFor Kate and Morgan
and for everyone
whose first love
was a hard love.
To all the English teachers, especially the great ones.
Garrison Keillor in Good PoemsMy first stepfather used to say that what I didn’t know would fill a book. Well, here it is.
Tobias Wolff in This Boy's LifeI ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown-up. I have a serious reason: he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown-up grew. All grown-ups were once children– although few of them remember it. And so I correct my dedication:
To Leon Werth
When he was a little boy