Why I Wrote My Book
When I was ten years old my parents took
us to the Corning Museum of Glass, about 90 minutes from our house. There are
three things I remember vividly from that trip: how my brother wouldn’t stay on
his side of the seat, getting a large lollipop to keep me quiet, and seeing
ancient Egyptian artifacts for the first time.
I was instantly hooked on the colorful
figurines and vases. They were the prettiest objects in the whole museum. I
thought about them all the way home. At school the next day, I borrowed a book
from the library and began to learn more. I haven’t stopped since.
I suppose my greatest achievement in the
field of Egyptology was my performance of Cleopatra
Dying. I had to memorize the poem by
Thomas Stephens Collier and recite it when I was fourteen. “Hark! I hear the
legions coming/ Hear the cries of triumph swell/ But, proud Caesar, dead I
scorn you/ Egypt, Anthony, farewell.”
I still get letters from people today
telling me how much I touched their lives with my moving death scene. Okay,
that’s a lie. But I do get letters
from people telling me how much they enjoyed Soul and Shadow. Every one means
so much to me. There’s nothing I love more than sharing stories. I want others
to feel the pleasure I get when a book transports me. And I like to share
knowledge as well. Are you aware that eating a fried mouse was a cure for
toothache in ancient Egyptian times? No? Well, now you are. And you may win
Jeopardy one day because of it.
Should you choose to read Soul and
Shadow, you may notice that I got in a reference to the glassblower. If you
find it, tell me, and I’ll send you a lollipop.
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