I am not who you think I am.
In reality, I am a kid that never grew up.
How do I know?
1. When an editorial committee at Little Brown BFYR starts pulling out their favorite books for Fall 2011, I realize that several of them are on my hold list at my library already.
2. An editor and I at S&S both share our obsessions with Sweet Valley High novels when we were 12. An editor at Scholastic shares how she rereads Anne of Green Gables every May without fail and I reread Little House on the Prairie every year with the same resolve.
3. I die over picture books, early chapter books, middle grade, graphic novels, teen novels. I can’t stop reading them all.
I am an adult in the real world. But in reality, I’m using my adult persona to disguise the real me: a kid still discovering the awesome world of books and reading.
And that’s my job. I think I’m the luckiest person in the world . . . in disguise.