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I was born in Wilmington, Delaware. I don’t remember much about it from that time, because soon thereafter, my father, a physical chemist, was transferred by his company to a plant in West Virginia, and we spent four years living on the Maryland – West Virginia border, where my younger sister, Sharon, was born. All I can recall about life there is the huge fields behind our house, the majestic Appalachian mountains, the rows of corn my mom and dad planted in our backyard, the rabbits that hid under our porch, and riding on the front of the tractor with my dad, as he cut the grass in our backyard.

When I was four years old we moved back to Wilmington, and we stayed put there. Life in Wilmington was pretty ordinary, I guess. We lived in a neighborhood where the kids rode bikes to the creek and played together till dusk. I went to school, year after year, with more or less the same kids.

All my life I was terribly shy, and talking to boys was pretty much out of the question. I mostly occupied my own world, anyway. My sister will tell you that I was forever buried in books; when we were little, she’d beg me to play with her, to please put down my book and pay attention to her. But I loved books. Some of my favorites: From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E. L. Konigsburg; A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle; the Nancy Drew mysteries; Stephen King’s scary thrillers, like Misery and Pet Sematary; anything by Judy Blume, especially BlubberDeenie, and Are You There God? It’s Me, MargaretTo Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee; The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers; and I could just keep on going.
I also began scribbling my own short stories in a spiral bound notebook I kept. At first they were about a black and white cat named Alley Cat, who was modeled on my cat Sonny, and his junkyard friends. As I got older, I began to write about a girl who was afraid of missing out on life. By high school, a few of my teachers, to whom I will be forever grateful, helped me to find refuge and hope in my writing. Books and writing were a haven for me.

After graduating from high school, I moved to Philadelphia to go to college at the University of Pennsylvania. College was a really cool and exciting time for me. First, it was the first time I was truly on my own, and second, I loved my classes. I studied medieval and Renaissance English literature, focusing on the legends of King Arthur — and it was through those classes and papers that I found the first inspirations for my book Song of the Sparrow.

During the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college, I spent three months living in Israel. It was an amazing experience being there, not knowing anyone else, working with my hands. Israel is a beautiful country, in spite of the political mess. I fell in love with it, and it was this summer that provided the basis for my first novel, The Weight of the Sky. When I returned to Philadelphia the following September, I was homesick for Israel. I missed it terribly, and so I began writing poems about it. One of the poems grew and grew, until it turned into the prologue for a novel. That prologue is no longer a part of The Weight of the Sky, but pieces of the original poetry can still be found in the book.

After I graduated from college, with a degree in English literature, I moved back to Israel. I got an internship at an English news magazine called The Jerusalem Report, and I lived in an apartment in the neighborhood of Rehavia in Jerusalem. Most of my friends there were journalists, and I loved my Jerusalem life, sitting in quiet cafes, traveling to different parts of the country to visit friends, shopping and haggling in Jerusalem’s old Arab market. I loved the colorful patchwork of life there, but I realized I couldn’t stay in Israel forever.

So, when my internship ended in 2000, I moved back to the United States. I found a job as a children’s books editor at a publishing house in New York City and have stayed here ever since. Traveling, riding my bike along the Hudson River, hanging out with my friends, sculpting, reading books, sitting at home and watching movies are a few of my favorite things.
I was born in Wilmington, Delaware. I don’t remember much about it from that time, because soon thereafter, my father, a physical chemist, was transferred by his company to a plant in West Virginia, and we spent four years living on the Maryland – West Virginia border, where my younger sister, Sharon, was born. All I can recall about life there is the huge fields behind our house, the majestic Appalachian mountains, the rows of corn my mom and dad planted in our backyard, the rabbits that hid under our porch, and riding on the front of the tractor with my dad, as he cut the grass in our backyard.

When I was four years old we moved back to Wilmington, and we stayed put there. Life in Wilmington was pretty ordinary, I guess. We lived in a neighborhood where the kids rode bikes to the creek and played together till dusk. I went to school, year after year, with more or less the same kids.

All my life I was terribly shy, and talking to boys was pretty much out of the question. I mostly occupied my own world, anyway. My sister will tell you that I was forever buried in books; when we were little, she’d beg me to play with her, to please put down my book and pay attention to her. But I loved books. Some of my favorites: From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E. L. Konigsburg; A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle; the Nancy Drew mysteries; Stephen King’s scary thrillers, like Misery and Pet Sematary; anything by Judy Blume, especially BlubberDeenie, and Are You There God? It’s Me, MargaretTo Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee; The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers; and I could just keep on going.
I also began scribbling my own short stories in a spiral bound notebook I kept. At first they were about a black and white cat named Alley Cat, who was modeled on my cat Sonny, and his junkyard friends. As I got older, I began to write about a girl who was afraid of missing out on life. By high school, a few of my teachers, to whom I will be forever grateful, helped me to find refuge and hope in my writing. Books and writing were a haven for me.

After graduating from high school, I moved to Philadelphia to go to college at the University of Pennsylvania. College was a really cool and exciting time for me. First, it was the first time I was truly on my own, and second, I loved my classes. I studied medieval and Renaissance English literature, focusing on the legends of King Arthur — and it was through those classes and papers that I found the first inspirations for my book Song of the Sparrow.

During the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college, I spent three months living in Israel. It was an amazing experience being there, not knowing anyone else, working with my hands. Israel is a beautiful country, in spite of the political mess. I fell in love with it, and it was this summer that provided the basis for my first novel, The Weight of the Sky. When I returned to Philadelphia the following September, I was homesick for Israel. I missed it terribly, and so I began writing poems about it. One of the poems grew and grew, until it turned into the prologue for a novel. That prologue is no longer a part of The Weight of the Sky, but pieces of the original poetry can still be found in the book.

After I graduated from college, with a degree in English literature, I moved back to Israel. I got an internship at an English news magazine called The Jerusalem Report, and I lived in an apartment in the neighborhood of Rehavia in Jerusalem. Most of my friends there were journalists, and I loved my Jerusalem life, sitting in quiet cafes, traveling to different parts of the country to visit friends, shopping and haggling in Jerusalem’s old Arab market. I loved the colorful patchwork of life there, but I realized I couldn’t stay in Israel forever.

So, when my internship ended in 2000, I moved back to the United States. I found a job as a children’s books editor at a publishing house in New York City and have stayed here ever since. Traveling, riding my bike along the Hudson River, hanging out with my friends, sculpting, reading books, sitting at home and watching movies are a few of my favorite things.
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I was born in Wilmington, Delaware. I don’t remember much about it from that time, because soon thereafter, my father, a physical chemist, was transferred by his company to a plant in West Virginia, and we spent four years living on the Maryland – West Virginia border, where my younger sister, Sharon, was born. All I can recall about life there is the huge fields behind our house, the majestic Appalachian mountains, the rows of corn my mom and dad planted in our backyard, the rabbits that hid under our porch, and riding on the front of the tractor with my dad, as he cut the grass in our backyard.

When I was four years old we moved back to Wilmington, and we stayed put there. Life in Wilmington was pretty ordinary, I guess. We lived in a neighborhood where the kids rode bikes to the creek and played together till dusk. I went to school, year after year, with more or less the same kids.

All my life I was terribly shy, and talking to boys was pretty much out of the question. I mostly occupied my own world, anyway. My sister will tell you that I was forever buried in books; when we were little, she’d beg me to play with her, to please put down my book and pay attention to her. But I loved books. Some of my favorites: From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E. L. Konigsburg; A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle; the Nancy Drew mysteries; Stephen King’s scary thrillers, like Misery and Pet Sematary; anything by Judy Blume, especially BlubberDeenie, and Are You There God? It’s Me, MargaretTo Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee; The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers; and I could just keep on going.
I also began scribbling my own short stories in a spiral bound notebook I kept. At first they were about a black and white cat named Alley Cat, who was modeled on my cat Sonny, and his junkyard friends. As I got older, I began to write about a girl who was afraid of missing out on life. By high school, a few of my teachers, to whom I will be forever grateful, helped me to find refuge and hope in my writing. Books and writing were a haven for me.

After graduating from high school, I moved to Philadelphia to go to college at the University of Pennsylvania. College was a really cool and exciting time for me. First, it was the first time I was truly on my own, and second, I loved my classes. I studied medieval and Renaissance English literature, focusing on the legends of King Arthur — and it was through those classes and papers that I found the first inspirations for my book Song of the Sparrow.

During the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college, I spent three months living in Israel. It was an amazing experience being there, not knowing anyone else, working with my hands. Israel is a beautiful country, in spite of the political mess. I fell in love with it, and it was this summer that provided the basis for my first novel, The Weight of the Sky. When I returned to Philadelphia the following September, I was homesick for Israel. I missed it terribly, and so I began writing poems about it. One of the poems grew and grew, until it turned into the prologue for a novel. That prologue is no longer a part of The Weight of the Sky, but pieces of the original poetry can still be found in the book.

After I graduated from college, with a degree in English literature, I moved back to Israel. I got an internship at an English news magazine called The Jerusalem Report, and I lived in an apartment in the neighborhood of Rehavia in Jerusalem. Most of my friends there were journalists, and I loved my Jerusalem life, sitting in quiet cafes, traveling to different parts of the country to visit friends, shopping and haggling in Jerusalem’s old Arab market. I loved the colorful patchwork of life there, but I realized I couldn’t stay in Israel forever.

So, when my internship ended in 2000, I moved back to the United States. I found a job as a children’s books editor at a publishing house in New York City and have stayed here ever since. Traveling, riding my bike along the Hudson River, hanging out with my friends, sculpting, reading books, sitting at home and watching movies are a few of my favorite things.
I was born in Wilmington, Delaware. I don’t remember much about it from that time, because soon thereafter, my father, a physical chemist, was transferred by his company to a plant in West Virginia, and we spent four years living on the Maryland – West Virginia border, where my younger sister, Sharon, was born. All I can recall about life there is the huge fields behind our house, the majestic Appalachian mountains, the rows of corn my mom and dad planted in our backyard, the rabbits that hid under our porch, and riding on the front of the tractor with my dad, as he cut the grass in our backyard.

When I was four years old we moved back to Wilmington, and we stayed put there. Life in Wilmington was pretty ordinary, I guess. We lived in a neighborhood where the kids rode bikes to the creek and played together till dusk. I went to school, year after year, with more or less the same kids.

All my life I was terribly shy, and talking to boys was pretty much out of the question. I mostly occupied my own world, anyway. My sister will tell you that I was forever buried in books; when we were little, she’d beg me to play with her, to please put down my book and pay attention to her. But I loved books. Some of my favorites: From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E. L. Konigsburg; A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle; the Nancy Drew mysteries; Stephen King’s scary thrillers, like Misery and Pet Sematary; anything by Judy Blume, especially BlubberDeenie, and Are You There God? It’s Me, MargaretTo Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee; The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers; and I could just keep on going.
I also began scribbling my own short stories in a spiral bound notebook I kept. At first they were about a black and white cat named Alley Cat, who was modeled on my cat Sonny, and his junkyard friends. As I got older, I began to write about a girl who was afraid of missing out on life. By high school, a few of my teachers, to whom I will be forever grateful, helped me to find refuge and hope in my writing. Books and writing were a haven for me.

After graduating from high school, I moved to Philadelphia to go to college at the University of Pennsylvania. College was a really cool and exciting time for me. First, it was the first time I was truly on my own, and second, I loved my classes. I studied medieval and Renaissance English literature, focusing on the legends of King Arthur — and it was through those classes and papers that I found the first inspirations for my book Song of the Sparrow.

During the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college, I spent three months living in Israel. It was an amazing experience being there, not knowing anyone else, working with my hands. Israel is a beautiful country, in spite of the political mess. I fell in love with it, and it was this summer that provided the basis for my first novel, The Weight of the Sky. When I returned to Philadelphia the following September, I was homesick for Israel. I missed it terribly, and so I began writing poems about it. One of the poems grew and grew, until it turned into the prologue for a novel. That prologue is no longer a part of The Weight of the Sky, but pieces of the original poetry can still be found in the book.

After I graduated from college, with a degree in English literature, I moved back to Israel. I got an internship at an English news magazine called The Jerusalem Report, and I lived in an apartment in the neighborhood of Rehavia in Jerusalem. Most of my friends there were journalists, and I loved my Jerusalem life, sitting in quiet cafes, traveling to different parts of the country to visit friends, shopping and haggling in Jerusalem’s old Arab market. I loved the colorful patchwork of life there, but I realized I couldn’t stay in Israel forever.

So, when my internship ended in 2000, I moved back to the United States. I found a job as a children’s books editor at a publishing house in New York City and have stayed here ever since. Traveling, riding my bike along the Hudson River, hanging out with my friends, sculpting, reading books, sitting at home and watching movies are a few of my favorite things.