Any moment there’ll be the booming announcement, the weary words of an assistant stage manager who wishes that cell phones and anything wrapped in cellophane could be banished to another dimension. The audience’s murmurs build to a crescendo as the last bell rings. It’s never a mouse, you idiots, it’s a catnip toy. Thank you for the cuddles, the purrs, and the 1am screaming fits when you thought you’d killed a mouse. She is brilliant, beautiful, and absolutely too good for me, but she made me understand love well enough to want to write thousands of words about it, so I’m happy as long as she’ll have me.įinally: to Franklin, Orlando, and Nora. As the “real” writer in our house, she teaches me every day, and respects my opinions even when I don’t respect them myself.
Thank you to everyone else at Ylva for their help in making this particular dream a reality.Īnd most of all to my wife, who snagged the dedication but deserves infinitely more. Astrid, thanks for running this whole show and making all your authors proud to work with you. Lee, thank you for thinking this story could be a book in the first place, and whipping it into shape. I owe my Jo a debt for keeping my love of theatre and performance alive, even when it was expensive and far away. Both my parents and my in-laws have looked after me, cheered me on, and given me homes, near and far. My family, immediate and extended, for encouraging me to love books, and for supporting my enthusiasm for things that they don't entirely understand. For cheerleading and encouragement when I thought I’d give up, thank you immensely to Mayka, Ashton, Miko, Gane, and Erin. To the friends who talked through this book when it was a few lines in a Slack chat and a comment on who had great collarbones: Al, Luce, Sus, Marissa, Rachel, Rach, and Lil. I’d be lost without her, and she’ll always be in that first clutch of three to share good news with. My bezzer, who’s been there from the very start and kept me honest and whole for longer than anyone should have to. The carrot to my pea, if I thanked for her all the ways she’s helped me or made me a better person, I’d need a whole other book. First among them is my best friend, my sister, my person: Lande. There are any number of people without whom I wouldn’t be here, and wouldn’t be doing this. Who remains the best possible answer to the most important question I’ve ever asked.
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