To Mom and Dad, who aren't going to get copies of this. They aren't old enough to read it yet.
To Memom, who will get a copy, and knowing her, will sneak it to my mother when I'm not looking.
To Anne Cain, who, quite frankly, rocks the covers! (Book covers, you pervs! Sheesh. What the heck would I know about what she does in the privacy of her boudoir?) And to Dusty, who was man enough to sniffle when Christian Slater whispered, “Stay,” and was so touched by the movie that we had Sterling roses in our wedding. Love you, sweetheart.