![]() ![]() She liked to play dress up, and have tea parties. ![]() She talked with me, in respectful ways, about fairies and magic. She and I would take long walks and notice tiny things together-tide pools or fall leaves. Grandmother was a children’s librarian, and in a lot of ways, she was at her best with people my age. She loved me, of course, but beyond that, she spoke the language of kids. When I was very young, my grandmother was my favorite person. ![]() With Seven Stories Up, I went further back and attempted to alter a different family drama. It was a deeply satisfying feeling to give them each a copy of the book, and say, “Here, this is my version.” To add a bit of magic, and say the things to my parents I didn’t say when I was a kid. With Bigger than a Bread Box, I had the chance to revise my childhood memories of divorce. With my last two books, this has been especially true for me. I say, “You know how you always think of a perfect comeback three minutes after the mean kid walks away? Well, if you write a story about that moment, you have time to dream up the perfect comeback!” Often, when I visit schools, I explain to kids that one of the very best things about writing is that it gives me the power to rewrite history, a chance to tell my own story the way I wish it could have happened. ![]()
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