To Ellen Wittlinger, where ever she is
May 1, 2005
Darn you, Ellen. You made me cry. I don’t even know how you managed it, but this evening as I was reading the last 30 or so pages of Hard Love (yes, I’m that far behind on reading YA Lit), little tears kept weeping out. There was no reason for me to cry over that book, young lady. Hell, I don’t cry when I read novels and such. Maybe the emotions on the page were a little too raw, or maybe it was the situation. Whatever it was, you got to me, darn you. I expect a full apology. :)