Dear Harry,
I finally got around to reading your series (being filthy rich and Mormon can be quite time consuming), and... I can see why it isn't doing so well.
Since I'm a writer myself, I took the liberty of making a few teensy, weensy changes that I really think will help the book connect a bit more with readers and, "bring the lulz," as the kids would say. ; )
I hope you enjoy my edits, and wish you nothing but the best in your future endeavors.
Love,
Stephenie Meyer
P.S. I'm sorry to hear about your newest film -- I'm sure it'll do better next time!
~*~ Hermione Granger and the Dusky Dawn ~*~
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I never thought much about how I would die. Frankly, I've always found the subject of my own (increasingly imminent) demise quite unpleasant, so I really do my best to avoid thinking about it -- even if that means not thinking about much of anything at all (I've never been much good at it anyway, thinking).
Lately, however, death and all of its residual ickyness seems to be an unavoidable part of my existence. It follows me wherever I go, plaguing my thoughts, taunting me whenever I demurely glance at crack in the sidewalk and suffer a compound fracture to my femur and snap a few ribs in half. Clumsiness (no matter how endearing), really has its drawbacks.
