You write a book, it goes out into the world. You have no idea whom it will reach, and when, and how they will react to it. You hope it finds its way into the hands of someone who finds it useful–as entertainment, of course, and, occasionally, as something more substantial than that. It is a matter of luck that a book sometimes finds its way to someone who, due to her own personal circumstances, is able to find some kind of comfort or familiarity in it. So I was humbled and moved to come across a blog post...








