Meg Rosoff
Meg Rosoff
Meg Rosoff is an American writer based in London, United Kingdom. She is best known for the novel How I Live Now, which won the Guardian Prize, Printz Award, and Branford Boase Award and made the Whitbread Awards shortlist. Her second novel, Just in Casewon the annual Carnegie Medal from the British librarians recognising the year's best children's book published in the U.K...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
moment odd thinking
In the odd moment when I am not thinking about horses, I write books.
age books cold constantly dear despite hands mean precocious realising remember simply trying
I'm constantly snatching my books out of the hands of precocious ten-year-olds who are simply too young to read them, despite parents insisting that dear Octavia has a reading age of 28. I remember trying to read 'In Cold Blood' at the age of twelve, and realising that just because you can read book doesn't mean you should.
I think the bravest thing to write about is nothing, just to write a book in which nothing happens.
bit bothered maybe people proper seemed teenager until
Like many other people of my generation, I don't think I ever really bothered to grow up. I wasn't ever really a proper teenager until I was about 19, and maybe I got a bit stuck there, because it seemed to go on and on.
fetch horses morning
I, a late riser, fantasise about getting up every morning at 5 A.M. to fetch the horses in from the fields.
nice fall piano
A piano might fall on your head, he said, but it also might not. And in the meantime you never know. Something nice might happen.
beautiful dream lying
And still the brain continues to yearn, continues to burn, foolishly, with desire. My old man's brain is mocked by a body that still longs to stretch in the sun and form a beautiful shape in someone else's gaze, to lie under a blue sky and dream of helpless, selfless love, to behold itself, illuminated, in the golden light of another's eyes.
thinking feelings strange
It's a strange sensation to live inside another person's life, to wonder all the time what he is doing, or thinking or feeling.
solitude world cures
She frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.' 'Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?
giving thanks passing
I give thanks for all that has passed, for all that is passing, and for all that is yet to come.
fall emotional blood
Now let's try to understand that falling into sexual and emotional thrall with an underage blood relative hadn't exactly been on my list of Things to Do while visiting England,but I was coming around to the belief that whether you liked it or not, Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just have to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.
real war kissing
The real truth is that the war didn't have much to do with it except that it provided a perfect limbo in which two people who were too young and too related could start kissing without anything or anyone making us stop.
soldier black letters
The soldier had stamped my passport FAMILY in heavy black capital letters and I checked it now for reassurance and because I liked how fierce the word looked
alternatives dread miraculous
This was what happiness felt like - this wondrous, miraculous alternative to dread.