For Those Whose Names Are Only Read
December 9, 2011 § 7 Comments
One of my favorite pages to read in a book is the dedication page. This page is so important because the names listed on this page are the ones that motivated, supported, encouraged, and shaped the author’s voice. It’s only the author’s voice that as readers we often hear, but what about the ones that helped shaped that voice?
In thinking about those who have shaped me, I wanted to share some of my favorite author dedications from my bookshelf.
Mom, Dad, Lisa, David, Gretchen, Tiffany, Paul, Aunt Joyce, Madelyn Rose, Paul Dinello, and Mr. Mushroom.
Our one-hundredth book for none other than our parents.
3. I just started reading The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri. I read her dedication page and realized how personal, intimate nicknames are between people.
For Alberto and Octavio, whom I call by other names.
4. The first author reading I ever went to was by Kao Kalia Yang, who wrote The Latehomecomer: A Hmong Family Memoir. Her dedication reminded me much of my own dedication to my own grandmother who helped me find a voice when I wrote my thesis.
For my grandmother, Youa Lee, who never learned how to write.
To my baby brother, Maxwell Hwm Yang, who will read the things she never wrote.
5. Kate DiCamillo is one author who I would like to sit and have a long, lingering breakfast with in my home. The story of the little mice in The Tale of Despereaux is beautiful, inspiring, and moving.
For Luke, who asked for the story of an unlikely hero.
I am dedicating this post to Abi who has helped me find my voice as a writer on this blog.
For Abi, who is my truest friend and kindred spirit.