For years I’ve wanted to learn more about Louise Fitzhugh. As a kid, I looked up to Harriet the Spy and I wanted to know everything about this adult author who so clearly “got me.” The book jacket had her picture and a boring blurb that made her sound so basic. Now I see that she was anything but. It’s just that she got the Emily Dickinson screw job.

Thank you to everyone involved with researching this book and for giving us access to the real Louise, a gutsy tomboy who lived out and proud as a queer woman. You painted such a beautiful picture of the various stages of her life and, as a result, you also gave insight into the world of gay NY beyond what was fictionalized in such works as The Price of Salt and Beebo Brinker.

I didn’t want the journey to end, and I really hope a producer reaches out to you to make a series about the lesbian Greenwich village scene circa 1950s-1960s, the L Word meets historical fiction. I’d so be down for that.