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letter to my favorite author | letter to my favorite author

gemma-sinclair's picture
Jun.17.2010
Dear Helen Fielding, I hope, by now, you realise the kind of stereotype you have engendered for single women. Bridget Jones is a wonderful character; at times endearing, at times the kind of woman you just want to look into her ear just to make sure her brain is still inside her head. It's all well...
amy-wang's picture
Jun.16.2010
Dear Sir: The book my father put in my hands was heavy, musty, forbidding. The type was small. There were no pictures. The author, my father the librarian told me, was a man named Charles Dickens, from a country called England. Dickens was a classic, and now that I had begun to read, my father...
aberjhani's picture
Jun.16.2010
Dear Mr. Baldwin- If I were not writing this letter to you as one of my favorite authors, I would probably be writing it to Barack Obama because there is a great deal about him which tends to remind me of a great deal about you. The sentence structures he employs in his memoir, Dreams from My...
carin-hennessey's picture
Jun.16.2010
Dear Scott,     Did I tell you that when I part my son's hair down the middle, he looks something like you did in your photos?  Although, he smiles a lot more than I think you did.     Recently, at a friend's yard sale, I picked up a copy of Zelda's biography, and I can't wait to read it.  Several...
morton-chalfy's picture
Jun.16.2010
Dear Herman, Though many decades have passed since my last reading of Moby Dick I want you to know how profoundly satisfying I found that book.  Through my teens I easily read it twenty or more times, turning to it as to an old friend and always finding something new to learn in its pages.  As a...
dindy-yokel's picture
Jun.16.2010
Are you there Ms. Blume?  It's me, Dindy.   Margaret Simon and I have been friends for 36 years since Mrs. Feldman, the librarian at the now-defunct John F. Kennedy Elementary School, introduced us.  I connected with Margaret, the glorious girl that you created and she showed me that I wasn't alone...
jennifer-kathleen-gibbons's picture
Jun.16.2010
Dear Paula,   Next month it will be six years that you left, in Anne Lamott’s words, this funny blue marble. There’s so much I wish you could’ve seen: The rise of YA literature, Barack Obama elected president, the final Harry Potter books. No doubt you would’ve had thoughts on the Twilight...
linda-spear's picture
Jun.16.2010
  It is a cold and stormy night; a blazing fire fills the hearth. A wingtip chair and a footstool face the warmth of the flames. Beside the chair is a silver tray with a small tea kettle, a cup and saucer, a bowl of sugar and a small pitcher of milk.  What’s missing from this picture? If it was me...
cathy-edgett's picture
Jun.16.2010
  Dear Ms. Austen  In your day a truth was universally acknowledged.  In ours, there is no such agreement.  We divide even as we yearn to relinquish both pride and prejudice, and yet there is no sense, and sensibility is cultivated through widening spheres of ads for perfume, rather than a natural...
melissa-broadway's picture
Jun.16.2010
Dear Best Friends, You know how I revere your works.  And I know I am far from alone in my admiration, for you are the idols of us bookworms, but for once I am writing to you, instead of because of you. Attempting to choose one of you as the one to whom I am most connected brings pangs of guilt for...