One day, when Newt was about five, I came down with the flu. Peter Pan became both her imaginary friend and alter-ego for the next few years and we spent many hours pretending to “fight those nasty pirates” together. Though at first I wasn’t sure any of my words were sinking in, she soon began acting out scenes that she had seemed to ignore when I read them. I can still picture her as a pink pajamaed two-year-old laying in her toddler bed and quietly playing with her toys while I read aloud to her. Barrie classic was the first longer-than-one-sitting book I read to my daughter. I can hardly believe that my words will be a part of this amazing group. Peter Pan and its many adaptions, retellings, and spin-offs have always had a special place in my heart. Sidenote: I am hyperventilating with delight–I am going to have readers! (I hope. Not only that I will be able to fulfill my lifelong goal of seeing my words in print, but also that I can share this particular story with readers. I am thrilled, humbled, and overwhelmed–all in the best possible ways. Some of you may have seen my announcement on Twitter or Facebook over the weekend, but if you missed it, I have some book news coming out in this week’s print edition of Publisher’s Weekly.
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