whenever i open a book i like reading the dedications. i dont know why i do it; i just do. it's always dedicated to some person unknown to me, the reader, or one of the author's family members. what intrigues me is who's that unknown person. what's so special about that person which would make the author put that name instead of the 6 billion other names in this world. And i KNOW that the author probably doesn't know everyone on this great blue planet we're on, but STILL. just the other day, i walked in the library to meet my friend sam and i opened a random book. it was dedicated to Jane W. no last name just "W." and a simple thank you. what's so cool about Jane W.? why her? is there a secret love affair with the author and her OR is it just that when the editor asked: "so who are you dedicating this to?" and she, Jane W., just hapened to pass by and smile. smiles make people do stupid stuff, so you say: "Jane double-yu, dot. thank you, dot." why not right?! i don't mind dedications. i don't hate them either. it just kills me to know that theres a Jane W. somewhere having a book dedicated to her. i like to wonder how she feels and if she has a copy of the book where she wrote in pen the end of her last name; like Jane Waninsky or Jane White. I'll never know what the W. stands for but at least i can try to imagine how she was feeling when she found out. maybe that's why i keep reading these dedications, hoping that i'll find my name one day. you know get that feeling of being special. i don't know, it's just a thought of why i read these things. maybe the author forgot to tell me i was special but just decided to write it down. like i said people do random stuff when you smile. and i smile alot.