"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I want to begin by saying I’m sorry about your arms. It must’ve been hard to assert yourself and be taken seriously with such comically short arms on such an imposing scaly figure. But Tyrannosaurus, I’ve got to be honest with you. I’m glad you died 65 million years ago because my mom is deathly afraid of lizards and probably never would have set foot outside her house if you’d been around. And if that had happened, I wouldn’t be here to write you this letter…. so thank you, indirectly I guess, for dying so that I could live.
I still think it’s awesome that I drink the same water you drank, and breathe the same air that you breathed. It’s truly an honor. You’re one of the most badass creatures ever to have existed, and quite frankly Tyrannosaurus, I wish I could be more like you. I wish I could wake up in the mornings and know that the scariest thing I’d see all day was my own reflection. I wish there weren’t societal pressures like drugs and alcohol and other bad influences surrounding myself and my peers. I wish it wasn’t important to follow fashion and know about ever sport team and the score of every game. I wish the only thing I had to worry about was myself.
Thank you, Tyrannosaurus, for giving my something to strive for.