I love doing readings. I could really give a crap about reviews. It's kind of about the readers.

My last book was speculative. I just don't quite know what I am doing. But I'll get there. I have a list of things I would love to write.

The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry is a breezy, big-hearted treat, especially if you've ever wondered about the inner workings of America's national treasures--neighborhood bookstores.

What's the point of having a book club if you don't get to eat brownies and drink wine?

I wish I could write while I'm on the road but it never works for me. I need to be sitting still.

I remember being banned from other houses as a younger child during the winter holiday season; I was the only one who didn't believe in Santa Claus, and I was ruining everyone's Christmas.

In 1998, I started a blog, something I could control very easily and update at my own whim.