This fan mail made my day:
"Hi there! I've just finished Irkadura, and I have so much to gush about! So fan mail is weird to me, to be writing it, and weird in general, but if there's anything I've learned in the last couple of years it's that strange, wonderful, magical things happen when I get over my crippling fear of reaching out to people who inspire me.
It's strange that I had a definite impression of Irkadura before I had even read a single word of your books.
I don't know how I started following you on Facebook. I wish I could remember. Maybe it was a Nanowrimo thing, or something Amanda Palmer posted, or her husband who's my favorite author ever, or something I read about the Amtrak residency (which is so cool; I am insanely jealous). But I do remember happening upon your website, seeing how you give your stories out and are still able to thrive as an author. I hadn't read anything of yours, but I thought here is a person that makes words matter. Your posts have inspired me so much in the all of two or three weeks I've been following you. Every time I see something you are doing, it pushes me to begin to tackle the many ways in which I have held myself back.
Irkadura is so powerful, I am still sitting in my living room an hour later, unable to barely function because of the impact of this book. The most powerful part to me was the way she had full meaningful conversations with her eaglet. I don't know why, but it brought me to tears (as did many things in this beautiful book). I have no child, but I can see how the eaglet could be symbolic for an inner guide or anything in your life really, that pushes you and holds you back at the same time.
I would write more, but I have to go immediately read your other two books."