I got this great, and inspiring, note from Lily Koppel, author of The Red Leather Diary this week, along with this photo of Florence, the woman whose life she discovered in the pages of the red leather diary she found in a dumpster outside her apartment building. Read my first post about the book here, and to invite Lily to speak to your book group, email her at bookclub AT redleatherdiary DOT com.
Three quarters of a century after she kept her original diary, Florence, 93 puts pen to page and writes in her new 'red leather diary' (the new one was auctioned off for the Broward County Library Foundation) at a dinner at Pocock Fine Art & Antiques in Fort Lauderdale, part of Literary Feast.
After fishing Florence's 1930s diary out of a dumpster outside of my Manhattan building, filled with old steamer trunks, and spending years tracking her down and then writing our joint story about the friendship that blossomed in The Red Leather Diary, I realized I had never actually seen Florence write in her diary--until now. As Florence and I autographed books the other night, I asked her, what young Florence, who kept the diary from 14-19 between 1928-1934, would say if she could "peer into her future" and see herself today. "She wouldn't believe it," said Florence, who, upon second thought, said, "Actually, she wouldn't be surprised." She reiterated how she now felt, "I no longer feel like an ordinary older woman. I have a new best friend and am inspired to never put my pen (or laptop) down."