I’ve always said that I write stories about found families and unlikely heroes, about the beautiful, messy business of being human. I pour my own experiences of resilience, trauma, and the quiet strength it takes to face down demons onto the page, hoping that they resonate, that they find a home with you, my readers.
But every so often, a piece of feedback stops me in my tracks and reminds me why I do this. Recently, I received this online review:
"Wow. Some books entertain. Others echo. Yours?...