In my previous post, I wrote about being angry with an author for the atrocious treatment he inflicted on his characters and me by the same occasion.
I wrote to this author, Dan Skinner, and told him that I had enjoyed reading his book Memorizing You and although his writing was exceptional I was upset with him about what he did to the MCs.
Dan answered me (I feel privileged to call him Dan because he signed his message “Smooch, Dan” – I’m pink with glee even if he signs all his communications like that on Goodreads to everyone…).
He explained to me the part at the end of the epilogue where we’re supposed to understand that, after approximately forty years, they would see each other again.
I danced in my living room after reading this, my heart thumping (yes, I’m hysterical about this story don’t ask me why). Yay! There was a silver lining around that dark, thunderous crappy cloud hanging over them. I just didn’t get it. In all fairness, apparently not a lot of readers got it either according to Dan, which surprises him.
Mr. Skinner is a photographer. I wonder where he got the idea to write a book…. but he certainly writes a mean sentence.
By the way: I’m not mad at him anymore. (*sigh)