I Wanted To Be A Ballerina. I

Ramona Stepped Back Into Her Closet, Slid The Door Shut, Pressed An Imaginary Button, And When Her Imaginary Elevator Had Made Its Imaginary Descent, Stepped Out Onto The Real First Floor And Raced A Real Problem. Her Mother And Father Were Leaving For Parents' Night.

I Hope Children Will Be Happy With The Books I've Written, And Go On To Be Readers All Of Their Lives.

I Don't Necessarily Start With The Beginning Of The Book. I Just Start With The Part Of The Story That's Most Vivid In My Imagination And Work Forward And Backward From There.

The Key To Writing Successful Ya Is To Keep The Adults Out Of The Story As Much As Possible.

With Twins, Reading Aloud To Them Was The Only Chance I Could Get To Sit Down. I Read Them Picture Books Until They Were Reading On Their Own.