The Unofficial Dedication Page, Ctd


A reader sends the above image:

In 1964 I received this. Forty-eight years later, after a 45-year separation we are, again, together.

Another reader:

I have had the experience of unexpectedly finding poignant and sad book inscriptions in my own home.  When I was a teenager, I opened a copy of Salinger’s Franny and Zooey given by my father to my mother, apparently during their divorce, which said:

Someday we will learn to stop saying goodbye.  Love Richard.

Later, in my grandmother’s house, I found a copy of The Tempest inscribed with my uncle’s name.  However, I never met Mark, because he committed suicide after his freshman year in college.  This book is all I have of him.