My editor at Harper Collins asked me this question for an interview, and I thought my answer would be a great way to kick off my blog.
When I think back over all the books I’ve read in my life, none have stuck with me as much as those that I read between the ages of 12 and 17. And I mean that literally. I still have the many of the actual books I read as a teen—not newer replacements.
I’ve taken my books everywhere with me. They’ve been lugged up six floor walk-ups in Manhattan or stuffed into the back of my car as I spent some time driving cross-country, getting hopelessly lost while trying to find myself.
When I couldn’t afford an apartment any bigger than a broom closet, I built a loft bed and slept over my books. (Just a tip… you might want to hire a carpenter for that one.)
I write for teens because I became passionate about stories when I was one, and if I get really lucky, I might write something that someone loves enough to drag around the world.