There are people who still write letters. It’s true. I received one today. It was a letter that contained words that flooded my body with tingles of happiness.
Would you like me to share?
Okay, but just a few lines – it was a personal letter, after all.
Thank you for sending your book to [the place]. It was a real page turner! I couldn’t put it down. I want to read it again before I put it in the [War Widows Library].
That must have been a big job … working out the characters, the plot and the dialogue. Oooooh, and that bloody little Cella holding up their escape with her sass! The s**t hit the fan because of that … but then the reader wouldn’t be on edge for the next 60 odd pages. Well done you!!
That’s all you get of the letter. The rest is all mine.
The book, you ask?
That was this one:
Also available at other places – but the price for the paperback goes up on 1 April 2019 (Australian time zone), so if you want the book in your sticky fingers … well, you know what to do.
And yes, I send a couple of copies of each book to a library, this time to the War Widows Library, via a contact who volunteers there. So, if you go there (Adelaide), and you want something to read, keep looking … or asking for it, just in case she decides it’s a keeper.