She Was Not A Slowpoke Grownup. She

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.

I Feel Sometimes That In Children's Books There Are More And More Grim Problems, But I Don't Know That I Want To Burden Third- And Fourth-graders With Them.

I Was An Only Child; I Didn't Have A Sister, Or Sisters.

I Didn't Start Out Writing To Give Children Hope, But I'm Glad Some Of Them Found It.

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.