Dear Daddy Long Legs,


I stole you from Jean Webster. I'm sure she understands. Sometimes a girl needs a handsome benefactor to talk to (however fictional you may be). 


I hope you don't get the wrong idea. This friendship, however stimulating, is strictly platonic. 


See, I fell in love a long time ago. His name is Cash Rawlings, and he lives between the pages of City Girl. I don't think God Himself could create a man as perfect as the one stealing Reagan Sullivan's heart in Chapter 6.


You should read it. If I could inspire readers to fall in love, I'd move to Barcelona tomorrow to write novels and drink wine all day.


Yours,


Mary K. Staub (the) I