February 21, 2011 § Leave a comment
It might as well be sooner than later that one of us mentions our love for Kate DiCamillo, author of The Tale of Despereaux, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, and The Magician’s Elephant (just to mention our favs). She’s the type of author where you finish reading a sentence, look up at whoever is in the room, and expressively utter, “Oh!” with your hand over your heart. It’s a very moving experience.
A few weeks ago, when we considered the MN twin cities for a weekend adventure, we wrote a sensible, fan-gushing letter to Kate, asking if we could meet her for coffee while we were there. We said we weren’t crazy people, but there may have been a drawing of an irresistible mouse on the envelope.
We didn’t hear from her. And we didn’t end up traveling. But today, the mail brought us this:
Oh Kate! We’re sorry we missed you too. Even if missing us was intentional on your part.
At least now, as I talk with people, I get to say things like, “Yeah, when Kate and I were exchanging letters, we were always discussing the power of stories in people’s lives,” and “I was going to stop believing in reading, but Kate told me not to, and she just speaks into my life the way no other friend does.”
Go read her beautiful, beautiful stories.