Acknowledgments

Oh, dear. How awkward. As this is the final book in Ivy’s adventure—wasn’t it grand?—now is the time to scatter thank yous and high praise like confetti. To declare my undying gratitude far and wide. Perhaps now you see my problem? Oh, well. Let’s get it over with.

My literary agent, Madeleine Milburn, has been a bright light in the literary fog these past three years. Her wisdom, loyalty, and negotiating savvy are masterful and I thank her. A tip of the hat to Thérèse Coen for handling foreign rights with ease and Haley Steed for being terrifically helpful.

Thanks to the folks at Greenwillow Books, especially Virginia Duncan, Sylvie Le Floc’h, Katie Heit, and Tim Smith. I remain in awe of Barbara Cantini’s incredible talent and whimsical illustrations.

I’m almost certain I was cursed at birth. Possibly by a witch. Or an ill-willed librarian. Despite my wretched fate, life has offered the odd ray of sunshine. My nephews and nieces, for example. Not to mention my mother and father, who have been hugely supportive over the years. Honorable mentions to Carol, for friendship, humor, and countless movies. Also, Christine for encouragement and a sympathetic ear. And Paul for printing and computer-related stuff.

Well, dear reader, that brings our adventure to a close. Let’s not get sentimental; that’s not our way, is it? The ending was marvelous and you’re sorry it’s over, we can all agree on that—but there are other books out there, other characters. No, it won’t be the same, but what ever is? As I need to keep myself in eggs and bonbons, I shall continue to write books about interesting children—but I suspect that none will be as infuriating, incorrigible, or offensive as Ivy Pocket. Nor will they be such glorious fun to write. It’s been a hoot. Now shuffle off, I’m tired.