Some sentences from chapter 11 near page 220:
"Someone—I can’t remember who, for the life of me—
once wrote that all novels are really letters aimed at one person.
For me that first reader is my wife, Tabitha.
Do all opinions weigh the same? Not for me. In the end I
listen most closely to Tabby, because she’s the one I write for,
the one I want to wow."
Maybe I haven't read enough, or witnessed similar expression of feelings, heck, I'm not even a Stephen King fan, but this couple of sentences are maybe the most beautiful statement of love I have ever seen.
"Someone—I can’t remember who, for the life of me—
once wrote that all novels are really letters aimed at one person.
For me that first reader is my wife, Tabitha.
Do all opinions weigh the same? Not for me. In the end I
listen most closely to Tabby, because she’s the one I write for,
the one I want to wow."
Maybe I haven't read enough, or witnessed similar expression of feelings, heck, I'm not even a Stephen King fan, but this couple of sentences are maybe the most beautiful statement of love I have ever seen.