A Few of My Favorite Things (In No Particular Order)

Over-the-knee socks. This comment from Cordelia after she saw the stuffed chicken Mom was roasting for Christmas: “Yeah, I hope that when I die, someone sticks an onion up my ass.” Three-year-old cousins-once-removed who want to sit in your lap. Soft, silky cats who let you rub their ginger-brown tummies. This sign, spotted at a… Read more »

Get Your Race Face On

I have a deal with Kinneret Zmora in Israel to publish Graceling in Hebrew. yAt! Also, my sister, secret code name: Cordelia, is reading Part One of Draft One of Bitterblue and asserts that it is a book, not a pile of crap. Whew. Speaking of Cordelia, here is a tidbit about her: Cordelia has… Read more »

For Monday, a Quote

“When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability… To be alive is to be vulnerable.” – Madeleine L’Engle In other news, since everyone was so kind a couple of weeks ago when I was tearing my… Read more »

The NYT Book Review is kind to Graceling. I ♥ Finland. A shout-out to a baby. More things. Plus, the longest post title ever!

News: The New York Times book review of Graceling is here (major spoiler alert!). Thank you, NYTBR, for a lovely piece. I am overwhelmed. More news: Graceling has managed to finagle a place among Publishers Weekly‘s Best Books of the Year and Amazon.com’s Best Books of 2008. Again, thanks! So. My sisters (secret code names:… Read more »

I’m Still on My Rocker — Are You?

I want to write a post about why I love Finland; I want to write a post about the other day, when I was trying on boots at the store, and my sister, secret code name: Cordelia, told me I looked like a prostitute; I want to write a post answering some of the really… Read more »

I Heard There Was a Secret Chord that David Played, and It Pleased the Lord

What are your favorite sounds? Here are some of mine: Orchestras tuning up. Rain on the roof of a parked car. Bagpipes. Walking through autumn leaves. Thunderstorms. I’m home again; I got home just in time for tropical storm Fay. I spent Thursday through Saturday listening to some pretty dramatic sounds, torrential rain and scary… Read more »

I’m Shipping Up to Boston (to Find My Wooden Leg)

Extra points to anyone who can identify the source of my title. Cordelia, Joe, Athanasius, and Mr. Meriwether Tigleth Bonaparte Monkey: you are not eligible for this contest. (Edit: And no googling!) This post is a shout out to my Aunt Mary, who just arrived in northeast Thailand, where she’ll be volunteering as an English… Read more »