If you wrote a book, who would you dedicate it to?

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If I wrote a book, I would dedicate it to all the authors who have helped shape my mind and somehow made me think that I, too, could write a book.

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I would dedicate my first book to my father, who instilled in me a love of language and books.

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My grandchildren, who keep me young and spark my imagination.

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Actually, I did write a book and am planning my dedication. I'm dedicating it to my family, as in parents, cousins --- the people who were around in the early years when I was becoming me. Without the strength and sense of humor I got from these people, I could never have written the book. Plus, they were great fodder for characters. :)

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If I wrote a book, I would dedicate it to my husband for believing, encouraging, understanding and tolerating me through the whole process.

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If I were to write a book, I would dedicate it to my family. The reason is that they have stuck everything out with me. They are the rock that I stand on and if they were not here to help see me through, then I would not know what to do.

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I would dedicate my book to every man and woman's journey through life. Every story is unique, complicated and deserves to be told. Here is one woman's incredible journey.

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If I wrote a book I would dedicate it to my daughters or my husband.

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I would dedicate it to my mother, who taught me the joy of books when I was a child.

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Depending on what the book was about, I would dedicate it to a family member or the person who inspired the book. If truly fictional, the dedication would be to my wife or a parent. If based on an experience, the dedication would be to the primary person responsible for the experience.

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I would dedicate it to my grandmother (1902-1998), who was always reading and allowed me to borrow her books when I was a child. She read even though her husband thought it was silly, which made me believe it was important to her, thus important to me. I am 58 years old and keep a diary of the books I have read to pass on to my children and grandchildren.

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I would have to say my parents, for being my earliest models of avid readers and for instilling a love of books in me.

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My high school English teacher, who taught me how to write.

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I'd give credit to Wilma B. Jones, my senior college prep English teacher. Wilma had a sense of humor (sometimes a bit warped by teenage standards), a vast knowledge of life, language and grammar. She was sworn to teach it all to us, the young, delusional, illiterate, deprived and depraved teenagers who thought we were ready for college and the world. More than once I thought of her, the little paperback book, more of a leaflet on writing, and how tough she was on the class.

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I would dedicate the book to my children. They are the reason for achieving!

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If I wrote a book, I would dedicate it to my parents who inspired and nurtured my love of reading.

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I would dedicate a book to my family because it would be a book about my life, and since they are my life, they deserve the dedication.

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To my loving wife Anne, to my daughter Heather, and to all of the exchange students from all over the world I have had the privilege of knowing!!

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If I wrote a book, it would be dedicated to my husband who told me I could do it and to my granny and auntie who brought me up with stories, both fictional and true to life.

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It would depend on the subject of the book. If it was chick lit, it would be my sisters. But most likely it would be someone in my family.

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My parents.

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If I wrote a book, I would dedicate it to my children, who are readers and future leaders.

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If I wrote a book I would dedicate it to Donna, who reminded me what love was supposed to be like.

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If I wrote a book, I would probably dedicate it to my late brother. He was a high school English teacher and loved to write short stories. He never attempted to publish his stories but I always loved them. He was such an inspiration to me.

Barbara Poston, Harrisburg, Illinois
If I wrote a book, I would dedicate it to my mother and father, who gave me my love of reading before I can remember; my husband, who supports me in every creative foray I make, no matter how far-fetched; and my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, who have shared books, discussed books, and listened as I read books, for 50 years.

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I am writing children's books. If one ever gets published, I would dedicate it to the children in my life: my niece and nephew, and my former students.

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If I were to dedicate a book, it would be to Mrs. Gertrude Hemp. She was my 3rd teacher at Rothschild Elementary School in Rothschild, Wisconsin. She told me that books could take me wherever I wanted to go and introduced me to Charles Dickens and David Copperfield. I have to thank her for instilling in me the love of reading that takes me places and makes me laugh and makes me cry.

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If I wrote a book I would most likely dedicate it to my parents and my best friend, Ashley Jordan.

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I would dedicate it to my mom.

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I would dedicate my book to my children --- they have encouraged me, stood by me, they are my greatest critics and staunchest supporters. It is quite possible that if I ever wrote anything worth publishing, my children would have been behind every word I typed.

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If I wrote a book, I would dedicate to my 11th grade English teacher, Ernest Painter, who taught many now-published writers the most important things to know --- about writing and reality. I would also dedicate it to my father, who lost his hearing whenever his children used an ungrammatical phrase, and my mother, who insisted that no one can be corrupted by a book and who let us read anything we could understand.

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In the first manuscript hidden away, the dedication is to my father, who died in 1994, and some of the other men in my life who made a difference --- a college professor named Bill, who was massively influential in teaching me to think; an ex who taught me to believe in myself; and my life partner, who still believes in me. And Abbie Hoffman. What can I say? He mattered to me and the story is about politics of my times. In the second one (hidden even deeper) the dedication is to my mother and a few of the female friends who've made me feel smart and talented over the years.

Peggy from Succasunna
I would dedicate my book to my husband, Jimmy, as he is always so supportive of me and has been through thick and thin with me for many years.

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By all means to my husband and children for being patient and understanding.