I went to my first BEA - Book Expo America - last week.  I flew out of New York on Thursday morning, checked into my hotel in Los Angeles, and spent most of the day pretending to myself that I was cool, calm and collected, even though the next day I would be signing copies of my book - actually, copies of the ARC - for the first time ever!  In the ( Read more... )

Yesterday a co-worker asked me when it was that I started to love reading.  I can’t remember exactly when.  The first book I remember loving is a picture book called “The Littlest Rabbit” - I still have my old copy, although the edges are frayed and the cover is partly torn.  I wrote “Room 2176” on the title page, which is the number of my ( Read more... )