I Was A Very Observant Child. The

We Didn't Have Television In Those Days, And Many People Didn't Even Have Radios. My Mother Would Read Aloud To My Father And Me In The Evening.

The Humiliation That Jane Had Felt Turned To Something Else--grief Perhaps, Or Regret. Regret That She Had Not Known How To Act With A Boy, Regret That She Had Not Been Wiser.

I Read My Books Aloud Before They Were Published.

Neither The Mouse Nor The Boy Was The Least Bit Surprised That Each Could Understand The Other. Two Creatures Who Shared A Love For Motorcycles Naturally Spoke The Same Language.

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