You don't expect much from a dreary, dreich November Monday morning. A bit of rain, a bit of fog, bills in the post, spam in the mailbox. This particular Monday morning is different, though. Today I received an amazing boost from one reader, Amber, who
devoted a whole blogpost to why she is thankful for
Atticus the Storyteller's 100 Greek Myths, which her grandmother gave her when she was 10. She's now 18, has her own book blog, and reads like a demon. As an author, it's reading stuff (like the quote below) from readers which makes all the struggling and cursing and the days when the words wriggle like worms on a hook worthwhile. Thank you, Amber - and all the hundreds of readers who've written to me about Atticus and my other books. I am thankful for every one of you.
"This was one of the last books my nanny bought me before being diagnosed with cancer for the second time. ... Ever since the day I began reading this book, I've been in love with Greek myths. It's more than love now, it's an obsession. It's a genuine love of mine, and I found it through the best circumstances. But that's not why I'm thankful. I'm thankful because I can now pick up this book, and as well as reading the stories for the hundredth time, I can remember my Nanny and how she was before she became ill."
