I TOTALLY second that vote. I adore Cynthia Rylant. She's my literary crush, no doubt about it.
I consider her my ultimate, all-time, tip top, A-one inspiration of all time. Missing May spoke to me like no other book. Her voice. Her sense of place. Her heart.
So when my book, Me and Rupert Goody, was published, I sent her a copy and told her how much she had inspired me. I told her that she had continued the chain of creative spirit. (Good line, huh?)
Well, guess what?
She wrote me back! I mean wrote - as in by hand - on pretty pink note paper.
I've blurred the signature cause, well, this is the nasty ole internet and all. But trust me, she really wrote me. She said all these nice things about my book. Like, she thought my novel was "lovely." I mean, who else could use that word in a normal sentence and sound normal?
Oh, and she liked the goodness of the characters' hearts. Isn't that just so Cynthia Rylant?
And get this, here was her favorite line in the book (I'm not making this up): "I ain't eating another pinto bean as long as I live."
AND she signed the note CYNDI RYLANT.
Not Cynthia.
Oh no - not for me, her new best friend.
It's CYNDI (that's right, with a Y and an I)
And check out that little heart. I mean, come on!
So, Cyndi, if you're out there: Keep up the good work (and call me - we'll do lunch.)
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