Last bit first. What Mimi said in her P.S.

I woke up at a stupid early hour, grabbed a book and a device and headed to a sofa because: hon bun. He needs a better sleep because: crack of dawn call.

I said: self read a book because: maybe they are right about screens messing with sleep rhythms.
But the iPad said: read me and I did and I saw your title and I saw your name and I think: is he the Momofuku comment guy?

None of that mattered when I started reading because: no word of a lie. This story is so engaging, so well written, so a whole bunch of making-my-brain-happy stuff. That well, is it possible this is just what I need to cure my blah-blah attitude about my writing slump?

I know. The point of your fabulous story was relationships and I could comment profusely on that topic. Hell, can I.

But I won’t because: I just want you to know that everything about what you just wrote blew me to, I dunno, Tokyo.

I highlighted one sentence and stopped only because: I wanted to highlight every single word and then you’d go: oh gawd, here’s another compulsive highlighter and you’d ~write~ me off before you realized that I was just trying to tell you that your writing rocks and then some, man.

Your story is/was a treat to read…damn, I’m repeating myself but then again I didn’t sleep much.