I hereby confess my tremendous gratitude to Bantam Dell: Mr. Irwyn Applebaum, Nita Taublib, Gina Wachtel, Tracy Devine, Paolo Pepe, Kelly Chian, Carol Russo, Pam Feinstein, Shawn O’Gallagher, Rachael Dorman, and especially to my champion and friend, the tireless editorial genius Kerri Buckley, who from the very first moment understood Amy almost better than I did, and who I knew would be the perfect tap. Kerri, if I could order an editor custom-made, I’d ask for someone as extraordinary as you.
I’m blown away by the unfailing judgment and vision of Deidre Knight, who has been with me every step of the way, and whose super secret-agent moves are an asset to any society. I’m so glad you’re a knight in mine.
Love and whopping big hugs to my parents, who, despite the decades’ worth of ribbing about books at Bucs games, have always encouraged me. Your happiness and enthusiasm are joys to behold. Thank you for all the opportunities you have given me and for your endless dedication to your children and their dreams.
Also, to Luke and Brian, the coolest brothers I’ve ever had, and the rest of my family and childhood friends who put up with and participated in my stories, thank you. Special recognition to Beth for her spot-on designs and Tara for making my vision a reality. Volumes of thanks to my teachers, who over the years tolerated and even encouraged my scribblings, and trusted that I would become a woman of words.
Three cheers for Marley Gibson, the most loyal friend and outrageous critique partner, who took it upon herself to pitch this manuscript sight unseen and “had a feeling” about it from the start. I owe so much to my writing friends: Lex; CLW; Colleen, Elly, Jana, and Wendy; and above all, TARA. I am especially grateful to Cheryl Wilson, who gave me a home and a sense of my own strengths, and to Julie Leto, who got me into this whole mess and has always provided a shining example of the kind of writer I want to be when I grow up.
I am indebted to Jacki and Bob, who let me live in their house while developing the seed of this story and celebrated my sale as if I was one of their own. And props to the whole D.C. crowd for making me feel so at home.
All my appreciation to fellow Bulldogs Lauren, Nicola, and Mackenzie, and further gratitude and apologies to all my bright college friends and companions, who may or may not see themselves in these pages. Here’s a hint: if it’s good, it’s totally about you. If it’s bad, it’s about, um…someone else. And also, I bow to the loose lips of my secret sources. Thank you for not killing me after telling me.
And, finally, my most ardent admiration and love to my partner, Dan. You’re the person who made me believe I’d do it, and you’ve demonstrated your faith with every step and sacrifice along the way. Aspiret primo Fortuna labori.