I hadn’t planned to wang on so much about how amazing everything has been, and it does feel a bit eurgh, but a decade is a long time and the pride I feel when looking back far outweighs any discomfort. Letters Live at the Royal Albert Hall, 2021 Then there was the edition that hit the shops, published jointly by Unbound and Canongate, with a different skin but the same soul, and on the front, to my astonishment, there sat a quote from Stephen Fry in which he declared it to be his “book of the year.” At times it genuinely felt like a dream. Which meant that literally thousands of people parted with their cash up-front, trusting that it would be worth a punt on the strength of the little Letters of Note blog I’d been running since 2009. And there were two editions, as some of you will no doubt remember, and actually, come to think of it, it will be thanks to some of you that the book became a book in the first place, because I decided to crowdfund it through Unbound. Holding a finished copy with all of its unexpected heft, smelling that hardcover, running my finger down the cloth spine on which my name had been printed, flicking through the pages we’d planned so meticulously on computer screens-it instantly washed away the pain. My first ever book, and what a stunner it was. For it was a whole decade ago, towards the back-end of 2013, after prolonged periods of intense stress and multiple self-inflicted delays, that the original volume of Letters of Note was finally published. Letters of Note (Special Edition published by Unbound in 2013)Ģ023 is a special year.
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