Dear Reader,This book you hold is a treasure, of sorts, as is every book I have ever known.I have made it for you – especially you – for reasons you will understand as my words unfurl before your eyes.Turn these pages tenderly.You hold my life in your hands.
They are my words, of course, and as I send the book out into the world I feel much the same as - years ago - I imagined Isabella might when I wrote those lines in her voice.
These weeks around a book release are anxious ones - this time more so, for some reason.
But I've realised over the last couple of days that worrying, although inevitable, is useless.
I have made as good a book as I can.
That's all I can do.