What is Beauty? This is.

I found her at the Devon Horse Show earlier this summer, before the heat had swept in, before I understood that this summer would be a slow walk through time, when I would have to learn to measure the days differently.

But I thought her beautiful—radiant was the word—and that is how I feel today, reading these two reviews of Dangerous Neighbors.  I had been trying to explain to my son what it meant to be on the verge of releasing a book like this one—the hopes one has, the fears, the gratitude I feel toward all of you who have reached out to me, so kindly.  Then word of these two reviews came in, and I started to cry.

Thank you, In Bed With Books.

Thank you, Lillie of Read My Mind.