No, No, I Never Mess Around.

Hope," Frank Grumbled. "i'd Rather Have A Few Good Weasels.

Annabeth Came Up To Me. She Was Dressed In Black Camouflage With Her Celestial Bronze Knife Strapped To Her Arm And Her Laptop Bag Slung Over Her Shoulder—ready For Stabbing Or Surfing The Internet, Whichever Came First.

I Named My Camel Katrina. She Was A Natural Disaster. She Slobbered Everywhere And Seemed To Think The Purple Streak In My Hair Was Some Kind Of Exotic Fruit. She Was Obsessed With Trying To Eat My Head. I Named Walt's Camel Hindenburg. He Was Almost As Large As A Zeppelin And Definitely As Full Of Gas.

Teachers And Librarians Are Some Of My Favorite People, Especially Since I Was A Teacher Myself. I Love Talking To Them Because They Have Wonderful Ideas About How To Share Books, And Especially About How To Share My Books With Kids.

I Don’t Define Myself By The Boys Who May Or May Not Like Me.