Guestbook

Long time fan of Pat’s mesmerizing prose. Read all his books. After consuming Sunday Wife and Tell Me a Story, I’m a huge fan of yours. Don’t stop. Please.

I LOVED “Tell Me A Story”! I had the honor of meeting Mr. Conroy once at MUSC. He was so much as you described him in baggy khakis and a polo shirt. He was as pleasant and down to earth as you said he was. No airs or I’m a famous writer who needs to be helped immediately.
I have loved his books as I have yours. Thank you for this personal insight into yall’s life together.
What a loss it was for you and the reading public when he passed. Please find comfort in the wonderful years y’all had together no matter how short they were.

Dear Cassandra,

I just finished Tell Me A Story and loved every page. I can picture you both down in South Carolina with your many friends and family.
I fell in love with Pat’s books with his book The Water is Wide. An amazing man and storyteller.
Thank you for sharing with us your lives together.

Cassandra, what a gift you have given us in this book about your life with Pat. You two were so fortunate to have found each other. I only met him once, years ago with Doug Marlette at a Pat Conroy film festival in Durham, NC. At the head of the book signing line, he was just as you described, taking time with each person. I was on my way to Rome soon after that so I ask him if he had any hints for something most tourists do to experience... He told me to go to a church (with a name that now eludes me) and to go around behind the altar and take the steps down, down, down to the bottom—and there would be a surprise there for me. So, it was one of my first stops in Rome and amazingly, after taking the old, worn steps down, down, down, I found an ancient river there, flowing under the church! I felt so special. Proof he had that gift you describe for doing that. I wish you much happiness and contentment.

I loved reading your latest book, Tell Me A Story. I felt in love first with Pat's books. Beach Music first and then all the rest. I have lost count of the number of copies of Beach Music that I gave away with my bet they would love it as much as I did. Everyone always did. I then fell in love with the marshes, pluff mud, and the sound of beach music. We bought and decorated a Tybee Island Cottage for a second home for 6 years. I always credit Pat for giving me the courage to do such an out of character bold purchase. I too am an Ant. I loved it until Matthew and climate change starting making the Ant in me weary and sold it for a house slightly inland that is more hurricane worthy in Fort Myers. I will always have an ache in my heart when thinking about my cottage and the beach music of Tybee Island. I detoured on a recent trip back from my home town in Roanoke, Virginia to find and visit Pat's grave. This is not something I ever do. Not ever. But I regretted not attending his funeral. I had an over powering urge to go to his burial spot. I did and I let him know what he means still to me. I also made a promise to start writing again. I plan to act on that promise. When I have something worthy I will send you a copy. Best to you and your family Always,
Connie