It’s February, and groundhogs aside, the fame of this month belongs to Cupids, heart-shaped boxes of cheap chocolate and flowers scooped up at the last minute from the grocery. So, what the heck do those things have to do with books, you ask?
I couldn’t make that leap so I decided to have a little imaginative fun – and very stingy on the imaginative, I might add. I’m an author I said to myself. Use your writer brain. What would a valentine from Romeo to Juliet say or Cleo to Antony? I squandered quality writing time concocting Valentines that some of fiction’s best loved lovers might have sent to their object of affection.
