Most correspondence I get these days is of course electronic, but every now and again I'll get an envelope from my publisher containing physical mail sent to their address in New York. These are almost always the result of write-a-letter-to-an author school assignments, from what I can tell.
This one, carefully written in pencil on lined notepaper, comes from a middle school somewhere in Indiana:
Dear Frank Portman,I just read your book King Dork. It was horible. It could not keep my attention at all. Sorry but it was probably one of the worst books I have ever read. The only reason I even read the book was because my teacher made me for a book report. To be honest though I might have liked it if I liked to read. But I am not a fan of reading.
Sincereley,
[name withheld, of course]
The teacher added the school's address underneath the student's name, and of course I'll write back. Maybe this kid will find something to interest him in King Dork, and in reading, in a couple years or so. Then again, maybe he won't.
Take it away, Leonard: