This was my all-time favorite book growing up, and my wonderful friend Kaila found an original copy in tip-top condition.  (Mine lost its cover after about the seventeenth read.)

I’ve been re-reading it all morning.  I can’t believe how immediately I’m all of a sudden ten years old again.  I think I first learned the word “hunk” reading this book, as well as “chartreuse,” on account of Jeremy Dragon’s chartreuse jacket.

Sometimes I have no idea how I ended up writing YA.  Seems like a series of happy accidents and a lot of good luck.  But when I think back on all of the hours I spent with books like this one, lost in a world that was different from mine but somehow managed to make me feel better about my own, it all makes sense.