Nicole in B04 There is something conflicting about a book with a dedication not meant for you. I mean those books that you pick up at a thrift store or that your neighbor gives to you in an attempt to seem friendly. They have a way of intriguing me. The books seems so much more personal. It's as if you're invading someone's privacy simply by flipping a page and seeing "To my dearest Nicole." I don't know about Nicole, but If a guy was to dedicate Shakespeare's love sonnets to me, I would not give it away.