What she’s learned is what she always learns. Plato was right. We’re all of us immortal. We couldn’t die if we wanted to.
Every day of her life, every minute of her life, if she could just remember that.
September 10
1445 Bayside Drive
Tecumseh Lake, GA 30613
Chuck Palahniuk
c/o Doubleday
1745 Broadway
New York, NY 10019
Dear Mr. Palahniuk,
My guess is you probably get a lot of letters. I’ve never written to an author before, but I wanted to give you a chance to read the attached manuscript.
Most of it I wrote this summer. If you enjoy it, please pass it along to your editor, Lars Lindigkeit. Money is not really my goal. I only want to see it published and read by as many people as possible. Maybe in some way it can enlighten just one person.
My hope is this story will be read for generations, and it will stay in people’s minds. To be read by the next generation, and the next. Maybe to be read by a little girl a century from now, a little girl who can close her eyes and see a place—see it so clear—a place of sparkling jewelry and rose gardens, that she thinks will save her.
Somewhere, someday, that girl will pick up a crayon and start to draw a house she’s never seen. My hope is this story will change the way she lives her life. I hope this story will save her—that little girl—whatever her name will be the next time.
Sincerely,
Nora Adams
Manuscript enclosed