Nancy took my Ryerson class two years ago. She published a piece in the Globe about her experiences with the class and organized a group to continue meeting once a month. Last night some of them came over for a tune-up – to read and get feedback on their work. We had a great session – and they all bought a book.
This morning, Nancy sent this most welcome email.
I started your book last night and stayed in bed reading it. It is wonderful and I couldn’t put it down. It takes me back to so many forgotten teen-aged feelings. I hope someone makes a movie out of your book.
So do I, Nancy. So do I. And thank you.