I dedicated my new novel to my mother. This made her so happy.

Just now, I came home from vacation to a Fed Exed package of two finished books. I proudly showed them to my seven-year old daughter.

We flipped through the pages. She discovered that the dedication was to my mother and not her and she started to cry. I promised to dedicate my next book to her. That only slightly appeased her.

The book is beautiful.