This post is about people without whom my three (almost four!) novels would not exist. I decided to go rogue in order to thank a few unexpected people: a cranky genius, a maligned but immensely successful author of erotica, a fictional six-year-old, an American beacon of intellectual freedom*, and, uh, someone very familiar. Here they are:
1. Bill Bryson.
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