Love, Me.

Love letters! Blog hops!  We’ve got it all this month on the blog. And what better way to celebrate February than with heartfelt excitement about the release of THE DISTANCE BETWEEN LOST AND FOUND by none other than our very own crew member, Kathryn Holmes!  Yay, Kathryn!!! *insert your own applause here*

This is such an exciting month for Kathryn, and we hope you’ll join us in celebrating. Through the course of this month, the YA Buccaneers will be posting our own love letters---tributes to those who have made a difference in our writing lives. You might see a few traditional letters, some playlists, a drawing or two, or even a YouTube tribute. If you feel creative, go for it! Show us how you feel about that special person in your life. Maybe it’ll be your spouse, a critique partner, your agent, or your mailman(?). It doesn’t matter….just share your link to your own post at the bottom of this page, and you’ll be entered to win a copy of Kathryn’s book. There might also be some surprises!

So, without further ado, here is my love letter. I decided to write a letter to my sister because…well….read on:


Me on the left, with my little sister. We still dress the same...only not on purpose.

Me on the left, with my little sister. We still dress the same...only not on purpose.

Dear Betsy,

It all began one cold day in December many years ago. I don’t remember it because this was before any memories stuck in my head, but I’ve been told, I was beyond excited to share a room with my new sister! And how lucky I was to get YOU. This is my love letter to thank you.

While you may have spent your first years in the same room as me, wearing identical outfits, and shivering in the shadows of my older sibling successes, you did not go unnoticed, not by me. You were my partner in crime, my confidant, my spontaneous orchestra, my tree decorator, and my fashion expert, among so many other things. When I sent you a crazy song from a class I was taking, you learned all the words and sang it in the weirdest voice I’d ever heard over the phone. When you visited me in University, you happily slept on the floor in my dorm room and didn’t say a word when I got us lost on the bus. When I won every coloring contest and competition I entered one year, you never complained…you just stood on the sidelines, smiling and excited when I picked up the prizes. And years later, you can still show up at my door when I’m feeling miserable and know exactly what will cheer me up…even if you are still wearing exactly the same thing as me! You are still my confidant, my partner in crime, my spontaneous orchestra and my fashion expert , but you are so many more things to me, also.

I never hear Rhinestone Cowboy without thinking of you.  

Just the other day, I found myself telling someone about how you were the cat wrangler when we were kids…always finding those little, lost fluffy souls to bring home and make happy. Guess that’s still happening.

You bake the best sweet buns in the entire world. The ENTIRE world.  I mean it.

Whenever I forget the name of something, I can always pick up the phone and say one word…and you’ll know what I’m talking about. You are the keeper of our best memories.

I’m proud of you for raising the best girl I’ve ever known, for learning to drive, for being strong enough to walk away from little toxic messes, for earning every inch of your career, for working your butt off everyday and never complaining about it, for running marathons, and for getting the good genes. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Thank you for being the one who has always believed in me, the one who never fails to “like”, comment, favourite and heart whatever I post, the one who reads my work like I’m more important to your day than anything else, and for being Elizabeth. Thank you for always finding stories to make me feel like I’m not failing. Thank you for hiding my book in a box under the bed. Thank you for going along with all my crazy schemes and never blinking an eye. You are my biggest support, my happiest confidant, my hugest heart, my BFF before it was cool, and the best thing I never knew I needed. Thank you for just getting up each day and being you. I love you.

Your biggest fan,



We’d love for you to join us this month with your own Love Letter thanking someone who has made a difference in your writing life. Don’t forget, post the link to your tribute here, and you’re entered to win a copy of THE DISTANCE BETWEEN LOST AND FOUND.