And I always read the English translation and always have conversations with my translator, for example about the names. I always have to approve it.

I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there.

Desperate? So what? I'm desperate, too!" Fenoglio snapped at her. "My story is foundering in misfortune, and these hands here," he said holding them out to her, "don't want to write anymore! I'm afraid of words Meggie! 'Once they were like honey, now they're poison, pure poison! But what is a writer who doesn't love words anymore? What have I come to? This story is devouring me, crushing me, and I'm it's creator!

Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear rise in her like black brackish water, she felt lost, terribly lost, she felt it in every part of her. She didn't belong here! What had she done?

I love to read aloud.

Killing is easy," said Mo, "Dying is harder.

So what? All writers are lunatics!