Housemate Reggae’s brother wrote a book and dedicated it to him. I’ve found myself incredulously staring at the relevant page: I’m mighty envious.
I want a book dedicated to me. Wouldn’t that be great? Okay, so maybe not a Dr Who book, but still, that’s better than nothing. I don’t see my sister writing a book anytime soon, and I don’t think any of the people I know who might be capable of a book would be of the mind to dedicate it to me.
Dedicate something to me.