When people ask me why I write fairy tales and magical stories, I like to quote the sixteenth-century author of Tristan Read more...

I walked into Middle Earth and was never quite the same again. I fell in love with Gandalf and Frodo and Aragorn and Sam (him especially). Read more...

One of my favorite memories as a child is when my mother would take me to the library and I'd crawl between the stacks of books, filling my arms for the week. Read more...

A book responds to your emotions with phrases that catch, turn, and twist you in the wind Read more...

Ours was a household of books, and this has been the greatest gift my parents ever gave me. I never saw my parents sitting down without a book in their hands. They passed along their reverence for reading and their respect for the written word to my brother and me, and it has been my mainstay for my entire life. To feed my reading appetite, my mother took me to the library, and when that wasn’t enough, Mom and Dad bought me books, though we weren’t rich. Now, in turn, I buy my mother audiobooks. She’s no longer sighted, but hearing the written word is still her favorite pastime. Read more...

I was a hippie kid. My hair was tangled. My cheeks were dirty. My room was a mess. But my bed was made with military corners and my mother put cloth napkins in my packed lunch. Read more...

When I was ten years old I was what they now call a "reluctant reader." Back then they called it being a pain in the neck. Read more...

I was a really, really bad reader, and it was embarrassing. Read more...

I love books. That's a fact, pure and simple. Read more...

I read to my daughters just as my mother did with me Read more...