Rebecca Stead
Rebecca Stead
Rebecca Steadis an American writer of fiction for children and teens. She won the American Newbery Medal in 2010, the oldest award in children's literature, for her second novel When You Reach Me...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth16 January 1968
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
book felt inspired loved sort trying
I think that my first book - I was trying to write the kind of book I would have loved as a kid. So it's sort of, like, a book inspired by my childhood reading and the passion that I felt about reading when I was a kid.
rarely ways
I do try to write in ways that reflect reality, and I think that reality is rarely simple.
allowed freedom kids life
We're allowed as adults to create a life that we like. Kids don't have that freedom.
hard work
Try really, really hard not to judge your own work too harshly.
nice black different
Life is a million different dots making one gigantic picture. And maybe the big picture is nice, maybe it's amazing, but if you're standing with your face pressed up against a bunch of black dots, it's really hard to tell.
trying facts remember
Trying to forget really doesn't work. In fact, it's pretty much the same as remembering. But I tried to forget anyway, and to ignore the fact that I was remembering you all the time.
running school secretary
She's called the secretary, but as far as I can tell she basically runs the school.
mom honest kind
Mom's always telling me to smile and hoping I'll turn into a smiley person, which, to be honest, is kind of annoying.
nice book people
Nice tights," I snorted. Or I tried to snort, anyway. I'm not exactly sure how, though people in books are always doing it.
mom running dad
Mom. She always says to look at the big picture. How all of the little things don't matter in the long run. . . I know that Mom is right about the big picture. But Dad is right too: Life is really just a bunch of nows, one after the other. The dots matter.
water tears towers
If you took every tear cried by everyone on earth on one single day and put them in a container, how big would that container need to be? Could you fill a water tower? Three water towers? It's one of those unknowable things. There has to be an answer, but we'll never know what it is.
past bitterness accepting
But every person has to learn to accept what has happened in the past. Without bitterness. Or there is no point in continuing with life.
life-is bunch
Life is really just a bunch of nows, one after the other.
writing together stories
The writing process is not just putting down one page after another-it's a lot of writing and then rewriting, restructuring the story, changing the way things come together.