Die schönsten Buchwidmungen aller Zeiten

Reading is a hobby, but for some of us, it's an escape from the difficulties we face. To all of you who escape into books, I want to thank you for escaping into this one.

Für Michelle - meine Liebe und Partnerin für's Leben. Und für Malia und Sasha - deren Strahlen alles heller macht.

To Michelle - my love and life's partner and Malia and Sasha - whose dazzling light makes everything brighter.

Für alle, die sich zwischen den Seiten dieses Buches wiederfinden.

To my husband, David Yoon, who showed me my heart.
And to my smart, beautiful daughter Penny, who made it bigger.

To the First Mother who Brings up a Happy Child.

To Mom,
Who took me to the library.

To caffeine and sugar, my companions through many a long night of writing.

It is very unnerving to be proven wrong, particularly when you are really right and the person who is really wrong is the one who is proving you wrong and proving himself, wrongly, right. Right?

What can I say about a man who knows how I think and still sleeps next to me with the lights off?

Die Widmung dieses Buches ist siebengeteilt: für Neil, für Jessica, für David, für Kenzie, für Di, für Anne, und für euch, wenn ihr zu Harry gehalten habt, bis ganz zum Schluss.

The dedication of this book is split seven ways: To Neil, to Jessica, to David, to Kenzie, to Di, to Anne, and to you, if you have stuck with Harry until the very end.

This is presented as a work of fiction and dedicated to nobody.

For Kate and Morgan
and for everyone
whose first love
was a hard love.

To all the English teachers, especially the great ones.

My first stepfather used to say that what I didn’t know would fill a book. Well, here it is.

Für alle, die beim Jogging auch ständig überholt werden.

I ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown-up. I have a serious reason: he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown-up grew. All grown-ups were once children– although few of them remember it. And so I correct my dedication:

To Leon Werth
When he was a little boy

Für Anna, die sogar den "Herrn der Ringe" zur Seite legte, um dieses Buch zu lesen. (Kann man mehr von einer Tochter verlangen?)

Und für Elinor, die mir ihren Namen lieh, obwohl ich ihn nicht für eine Elbenkönigin brauchte.