Clem has been in the world for a little while now. And people seem to like her.
This makes me feel a bit like this:
There is so much of me in this book, so when people say they like it, I feel all Sally Field (“You like me!”).
You know what means the most, though? When people from the coast say they liked it. When my friends, my family, my schoolmates, the beautiful girl in the year below (SHE LIKED IT OH MY STARS I AM FINALLY COOL); when they say they dug my writing, that means heaploads. Because I wrote this book for them.
But thank you, everyone, for taking the time to read this little, spotty, happy book. You are (to quote Tiger and Mr Chicken), magnifique, and I love your socks off.