One of my all time favorite things to do is to read what authors write in the dedications of their books. It’s not uncommon to find me traipsing through a bookstore and reading the dedications — not the first page — as many do.
I find it sheds so much light on the author’s voice in just a few intimate words and I find it plain interesting to see what they’ll use that limited space to say. After finishing the arduous rollercoaster that is completing a book, who it is that comes to mind. (I’ll be honest, the grammatical correctness of this last sentence seems wrong. Oh well.)
But this past Sunday I came upon one that seemed particularly fitting given all the festivities of this past weekend.
for the sake of whose difference
I would gladly give up all the sameness in the world
M: I feel like I’m not allowed to think this because of my job…but honestly, why is McDonald’s so good?
C: That just reassures me that as a chef you have good taste.
Seriously though, I think there are few things out there as consistently perfect and delicious as McD’s fries and an Oreo McFlurry.
And a ShackBurger. But obviously that’s in its own league.