Dear Mr. Cornwell,
I’ve wanted to say thank you to you for years. I always stopped short because it felt silly. Why would someone as renowned as Bernard Cornwell give two hoots what I think? But I can’t help it. I just completed Chapter 8 of Sharpe’s Rifles (my third time to enjoy) and I laughed out loud with delight. I got so into the fighting that I had a good dose of goose pimples going, just as had happened on my two prior readings.
Mr. Cornwell, you have given me literally hundreds of hours of joy. I love reading all of your books. If I had a tiny piece of writing talent, I would ramble on and on about it. But let’s just say that I’m thankful to you, and for you. I do hope you receive this, and enjoy just a brief moment of satisfaction that yet another fan has a favorite author named Bernard Cornwell.
I don’t expect or need a reply, as I realize how busy your life must be. But I can check this off my bucket list now.
Kindest Regards,
David Watkins