I Loved To Read, And I Think

I Think About Lenaya And Hugh. Will They Know How Much I've Changed This Year? Will They Have Changed Too? I'll Wait Until Tomorrow To Find Out. And Then It's Possible I Won't Find Out After All. Because Some Changes Happen Deep Down Inside Of You. And The Truth Is, Only You Know About Them. Maybe That's The Way It's Supposed To Be.

Sometimes I'll Say, "i Wrote That Book," And The Person Will Look At You As If You're Really Strange. One Time That Happened To My Daughter On A Plane. She Was Sitting Next To A Girl Who Was Reading One Of My Books And My Daughter Said, "my Mother Wrote That Book." And The Girl Started To Quiz My Daughter, Asking Her All Sorts Of Questions, Like What Are The Names Of Judy's Children And Where Did She Grow Up. My Daughter Thought It Was So Funny.

Fear Is Often Disguised As Moral Outrage.

When I Was Twelve. And I Was Going Through My Parents' Bookshelves, I Found The Most Wonderful Books And Plenty Of. Within Those Wonderful Books That Were Real Turn-on's. At 12 Or 13, Books Were Such Turn-ons.

My Mother Was A Cracker Jack Typist. And She Would Come In And Sit At My House And Type The Final Type Script Before I Would Then Send It To The Publisher. And It Was Nice For Us.