This is the National Book Award reading night 2002, the night I read a three page sample of
my book SKIN HUNGER to this bookish crowd (Along with everyone else who was up for the awards.))
I was one of five finalists in a category we would call YA now. I didn't win the big prize,
Sherman Alexie did. That made sense to me then and it does now. I love his work.
I spent the evening meeting people I admired, some of them people I had
wanted to BE when I was still in school.
And now I am working on the third book. It is taking a long time.
I speak to the characters often. I listen when they tell me why they want to die. Then they tell me why they want to live. I can't imagine how strange their lives have been, how long they have lived and all they have seen and felt.
But they will tell me that, too...someday soon.
|Click below to see the five finalists: I can't tell you how I felt standing beside them.|
if you copy the link, then click it into a browser, you will see the amazing writers I was with....