Keen observers (and readers of impeccable taste) may notice there are no dedication pages in my books, or on any of my works. This is because I’ve always felt the person I’ve written the book for is reading the book. When I read a book and the first page says, “This is for my favorite person in the whole wide world, Herkle P. Lipschitz,” my instinct is to go find Herkle and let him know that somehow I have come into possession of a book that is actually his.
So you’ll never see me dedicating a book to someone other than the person who is reading it. This one’s for you, awesome reader person, they all are, and always will be.
Side note: I have to say that the prize for absolute worst book dedication ever goes to Karen Traviss for her dedication in the book Aspho Fields. The book is based in the mythology of the video game Gears of War (an awesome game trilogy!) The dedication reads, “For the 2nd Battalion the Mercian Regiment, and all British service personnel in Afghanistan. Because real heroes in the real world are the ones we should be reading about.”
Now I’ve already stated I’m not a fan of dedications and I never do them, but I’ve never actually been insulted by the dedication and scolded by the author for reading her own work, before said work has even begun. I don’t know anything else about Ms. Traviss’ writing, maybe it’s good. I didn’t enjoy Aspho Fields, though. Partly because I was racked with guilt for reading it for some reason. My point here isn’t to insult her, just to point out a dedication was exceptionally heinous, but hey we all make mistakes.