Ivy! It’s a natural disaster! You have to be there!

The wonderful thing about books–and the thing that made them such a refuge for the islanders during the Occupation–is that they take us out of our time and place and understanding, and transport us not...

I have an idea for a new book. It’s a novel about a beautiful yet sensitive author whose spirit is crushed by her domineering editor. Do you like it?

The first rule of snooping is to come at it sideways–when you began writing me dizzy letters about Alexander, I didn’t ask if you were in love with him, I asked what his favorite animal...

There had been a problem in Bean’s house. The problem was staples. Bean loved staples. She loved them so much that she had stapled things that weren’t supposed to be stapled. The things looked better...

It suddenly struck me that Dawsey is a lonesome person. I think it may be that he has always been lonely, but he didn’t mind before, and now he minds.