Loop the Loop - Couverture rigide

"I was born and raised in Wayzata, Minnesota. The neighborhood where I grew up was full of kids and trees and middle-class homes. As a child I roamed my neighborhood as a cowgirl, a gas-station attendant, a beauty operator, a spy. By the age of nine the Dairy Queen beckoned. I must go there on my bike. The railroad track stretched endlessly, and there was a big lake to explore. Who could stay home?

"When I was at home, I spent a lot of time drawing. No other activity made me feel quite so good. While drawing, I often held a conversation inside my head. Then the picture became a story; the people on paper had a life.

"During my elementary years I attended a local Catholic school that went through the eighth grade. Most of my teachers were nuns who taught everything from the fine points of the English language to the necessity of carrying a handkerchief. The sisters inculcated a strong sense of social responsibility: We sang at hospitals, wrote letters to servicemen, earned money for the poor. Dare I choose a frivolous future occupation? Certainly not.

"After graduating from high school, I chose Nursing as my college major. My family was surprised, as I had always been "the squeamish one." My mother was grateful for my decision because she had feared I would become an artist, run off to Greenwich Village, and marry a kook.

"As it turned out, I married my high school sweetheart (no kook) and discovered I liked working as a nurse. Medicine fascinated me and so did the very sick babies I looked after in Neonatal Intensive Care. Still, what I wanted to do most of all was write books for children. So after five years I left my job as a nurse and pursued my desire to become a writer. In 1989 I sold my first story, Loop the Loop, to Greenwillow Books.

"The pictures from my childhood are inside me now. But the characters are just as alive as they were then. For me, storytelling is caring about what goes on in all of our lives, the whole human drama. I love writing and look forward to telling many more tales."

"I'm Methuselah, and I'm nine hundred and sixty-nine years old. Who are you?" Anne shrugged. "Nobody." "Nobody!" Mrs. Simpson shouted. "That's good!"

Mrs. Simpson is like no one else Anne has ever met. She travels in a wheelchair and performs fabulous yo-yo tricks. Anne thinks Mrs. Simpson is magnificent! And so will you!