Ann Brashares
Ann Brashares
Ann Brashares is an American writer of young adult fiction. She is best known as the author of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth30 July 1967
CityAlexandria, VA
CountryUnited States of America
book isolation imagine
As a writer, you live in such isolation. It's hard to imagine your book has a life beyond you.
moving character strange
Developing characters is a strange thing. In the beginning they are abstract and I wonder how to move on from there.
children reading parent
I agree that a love of reading is a great gift for a parent to pass on to his or her child.
expectations easier bigs
It's so much easier to have no expectations than to have big ones.
nice way busy
My household is, in a nice way, very busy.
book adults sophisticated
The distinction has blurred between young adult and adult books. Some of the teen books have become more sophisticated.
writing thinking world
To write a story, I think you really have to open yourself up to the world.
father book two
When I turned fifteen, I remember my father gave me a credit card which I was allowed to use for two things: emergencies and books.
baby character losing-yourself
Gestating characters feels something like the mental equivalent of gestating a baby. In both cases, to create them you lose yourself. Or at least you reshape yourself to encompass them.
moving heart blood
You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn't. The pang she felt for Tibby carried something like envy. You couldn't stand still for anything short of death, and God knew she had tried.
summer important reason
For some reason our lives were marked by summers. . . . Summer was the time when our lives joined completely, when we all had our birthdays, when really important things happened
ideas way world
I love the idea of fictional worlds kind of all cohering in some way.
knowing blurry transition
I love that blurry place where life’s transitions are made without you even knowing it.
past suffering feels
I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.