Although I realize that I’ve been MIA over the last little while, I’d like to assure you that I’m still very much alive and well. Life got in the way as it so easily does and I had to shelf the blog for a little bit. That being said, I will do my best to post more regularly (pinkie promise, as my children would say).
Since I’m currently trying to word the dedication for my third novel (easier said than done), I’ve decided to feature my top ten book dedications.
- Austenland, by Shannon Hale
For Colin Firth
You’re a really great guy, but I’m married, so I think we should just be friends.
- Anansi Boys, by Neil Gaiman
You know how it is. You pick up a book, flip to the dedication, and find that, once again, the author has dedicated a book to someone else and not to you. Not this time. Because we haven’t yet met/have only a glancing acquaintance/are just crazy about each other/haven’t seen each other in much too long/are in some way related/will never meet, but will, I trust, despite that, always think fondly of each other! This one’s for you. With you know what, and you probably know why.
- East of Eden, by John Steinbeck
Dear Pat, You came upon me carving some kind of little figure out of wood and you said, “Why don’t you make something for me?” I asked you what you wanted, and you said, “A box.” “What for?” “To put things in.” “What kind of things?” “Whatever you have,” you said. Well, here’s your box. Nearly everything I have is in it, and it is not full. Pain and excitement are in it, and feeling good or bad and evil thoughts and good thoughts- the pleasure of design and some despair and the indescribable joy of creation. And on top of these are all the gratitude and love I have for you. And still the box is not full. JOHN
- The Little Prince, by Antoine De Saint Exupery
To Leon Werth I ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown-up. I have a serious reason: he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown-up grew. All grown-ups were once children—although few of them remember it. And so I correct my dedication:
To Leon Werth, When he was a little boy
6. Let’s Pretend This Never Happened, by Jenny Lawson
I want to thank everyone who helped me create this book, except for that guy who yelled at me in Kmart when I was eight because he thought I was being “too rowdy.”
You’re an asshole, sir.
5. The House of Hades, by Rick Riordan
To my wonderful readers: Sorry about that last cliff-hanger. Well, no, not really. HAHAHAHA. But seriously, I love you guys.
4. Don’t Panic: Douglas Adams & The Hitchhicker’s Guide to the Galaxy, by Neil Gaiman
Because she’s threatened me with consequences too dreadful to consider if I don’t dedicate a book to her…
And because she’s taken to starting every transatlantic conversation with “Have you dedicated a book to me yet?”…
I would like to dedicate this book to intelligent life forms everywhere.
And to my sister, Claire.
3. The Land of Stories, by Chris Colfer
For being my first editor and giving me the best writing advice I’ve ever received: “Christopher, I think you should wait until you’re done with elementary school before worrying about being a failed writer.”
2. The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe, by C.S. Lewis
To Lucy Barfield
My Dear Lucy,
I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand, a word you say, but I shall still be your affectionate Godfather,
1. A Series of Unfortunate Events(books 1–13), by Lemony Snicket
To Beatrice– darling, dearest, dead. (The Bad Beginning: Book The First)
For Beatrice– My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not. (The Reptile Room: Book The Second)
For Beatrice– I would much prefer it if you were alive and well. (The Wide Window: Book The Third)
To Beatrice– My love flew like a butterfly Until death swooped down like a bat As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said: “That’s the end of that.” (The Miserable Mill: Book The Fourth)
For Beatrice– You will always be in my heart, In my mind, And in your grave. (The Austere Academy: Book The Fifth)
For Beatrice– When we met my life began, Soon afterward, yours ended. (The Ersatz Elevator: Book The Sixth)
For Beatrice– When we were together I felt breathless. Now you are. (The Vile Village: Book The Seventh)
For Beatrice– Summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you is even colder. (The Hostile Hospital: Book The Eighth)
For Beatrice– Our love broke my heart, and stopped yours. (The Carnivorous Carnival: Book The Ninth)
For Beatrice– When we first met, you were pretty, and I was lonely. Now I am pretty lonely. (The Slippery Slope: Book The Tenth)
For Beatrice– Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down. (The Grim Grotto: Book The Eleventh)
For Beatrice— No one could extinguish my love, or your house. (The Penultimate Peril: Book The Twelfth)
For Beatrice— I cherished, you perished. The world’s been nightmarished. (The End: Book The Thirteenth)