Happy Birthday, Ann Hood, born 9 December 1956.
- I was kind of an outsider growing up, and I preferred reading to being with other kids. When I was about seven, I started to write my own books. I never thought of myself as wanting to be a writer-I just was one.
- A sibling is the lens through which you see your childhood.
- Time doesn’t heal, I had learned, it just keeps moving. And it takes us with it.
- Grief doesn’t have a plot. It isn’t smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end.
- Could a writer understand how her book had saved someone long ago, when the world was a fragile, scary place and the people she loved weren’t in it anymore? Could a writer understand that her book had mattered more than anything?
- Even now, there are still days so beautiful, I almost believe in God.
- When you read a book, and who you are when you read it, makes it matter or not.
- You are lucky you are a writer because you will sort through this in ways other souls cannot; the bad part is you feel and see all of this in ways non-writers don’t.
- In the library I was handed a blueprint on how to live the mysterious, unnameable, big dream life I wanted. I was handed books. And through reading them, I grew up to find that very life.
Ann Hood is an American novelist and short story writer. She has written fourteen novels, three memoirs, a short story collection, a series for middle readers and one young adult novel. She also writes for journals, magazines, and anthologies, including The Paris Review, Ploughshares, and Tin House. She is the author of The Book That Matters Most, The Knitting Circle, The Obituary Writer, Comfort, and An Italian Wife.
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