"Oh, Abraham Lincoln," Lucy tells without shame. She knows that he's been written extensively about and some of the things she'd written about had probably been a retread but she hopes that some things had been different and that her words had made a mark on maybe one or two people.

"He's sort of a hero of mine," she admits with a shy shrug. She tucks some hair behind her ears and continues, "I know I'm not the only one either. But, I was inspired and motivated enough to write a book about him. I don't have it here and I doubt it's in the library but."

But, she'd written a book. She was proud of it. She doesn't know if she'll ever write another one but at least she'd done it once. It's one of those things that a lot of people want to do and she'd done it.