I feel like I was supposed to be born in the '90s. Everything from that era needs to come back.

I was bad, but I was one of the kids that never got caught. If anyone ever knew I did something, it was because I told them. 'Cause I'm a really good liar, so I end up snitching on myself.

The 'cash me ousside' girl isn't even a person. She doesn't exist.

I'm not really a role model; just don't do what I do.

I grew up on the South Island of New Zealand, in a city chosen and beloved by my parents for its proximity to the mountains - Christchurch is two hours distant from the worn saddle of Arthur's Pass, the mountain village that was and is my father's spiritual touchstone, his chapel and cathedral in the wild.

I don't want my kids to have to walk through a world where they have to constantly explain who they are and who their family is.

I was always proud of my brother. He helped me tremendously, but we're family, so we were never in his shadow.

What can happen if a young reader picks up a book he/she isn't yet ready for? Questions, maybe. Usually, that child puts down the book and says, 'Boring.' Or, 'I'm not ready for this.' Kids are really good at knowing what they can handle.