Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo (z-lib.org).mobi
WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP?Mostly I wanted to write, but after I saw their production of Twelfth Night, Iwanted to join the Royal Shakespeare Company.WHEN DID YOU REALIZE YOU WANTED TO BE A WRITER?I’m not sure there ever was a realization. I am an only child, so I spent a lot oftime talking to myself and making up stories. Then, when I hit junior high,writing became a kind of survival mechanism. Things were rough at school andrough at home, but writing gave me a way to invent worlds that were bigger andbetter than the one I lived in.WHAT’S YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CHILDHOOD MEMORY?I’m sure the really terrible ones are buried so deep they’ll require years oftherapy to recover. But I can tell you that I once sang a song I wrote at a talentshow. It was called “Love International.” That’s all you really need to know.WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE CHILDHOOD MEMORY?Most of my happiest memories involve my grandfather. My mom was in school,so he pretty much raised me. He could be a moody bastard, but he was alwaysdoing these surprising, wonderful things. I came home from school once andhe’d made me stilts out of leftover plywood. We spent the afternoon paintingthem white and blue, and the next day he taught me to walk on them.
AS A YOUNG PERSON, WHO DID YOU LOOK UP TO MOST?1) My grandfather. 2) Mr. T.WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT SCHOOL?I liked art history, history, anything with stories. But I’ll be honest—I lovedschool until I was about twelve. After that, every day was a struggle.WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT SCHOOL?Sunday nights. They were the worst because I had all of this homework to catchup on and I was just dreading the start of another week.WHAT WERE YOUR HOBBIES AS A KID? WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES NOW?I loved to draw and read. I was a big theater geek. I sang in a choir and a band,and I got into martial arts for a while. My hobbies are pretty much the same now,minus the tae kwon do.WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST JOB, AND WHAT WAS YOUR “WORST” JOB?My first job was as a sales clerk at a now-defunct stationery store in the mall.Minimum wage, but I got discounts on the most gorgeous paper and journals.Worst job? Tough to choose. I was a beer girl one summer in New York. I had tocarry around a big case full of beer and marketing material to delis and bars, andtry to get them to carry the brand. It was about a hundred degrees every day, thebeer was terrible so no one wanted it, and I was completely broke.WHAT BOOK IS ON YOUR NIGHTSTAND NOW?The Fox Sister by Christina Strain and Jayd Aït-Kaci.HOW DID YOU CELEBRATE PUBLISHING YOUR FIRST BOOK?The night we found out that Holt would publish my book, some of my closestfriends (including my beta readers) invited me over and we made champagnecocktails and danced like crazy people to Rihanna and Florence + the Machine.And I bought myself some really fancy perfume.WHERE DO YOU WRITE YOUR BOOKS?When I’m drafting, there are a couple of cafés I like to work in. The noise keepsmy spirits up. My friends and I will meet and do what we like to call “friendlysurveillance.” We keep one another offline and even hide each other’s cellphones. Once it’s time to turn the draft into a book, I go into the bunker. I don’tleave the house for months. I tend to write in bed or in my grandfather’s oldleather chair.
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WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP?
Mostly I wanted to write, but after I saw their production of Twelfth Night, I
wanted to join the Royal Shakespeare Company.
WHEN DID YOU REALIZE YOU WANTED TO BE A WRITER?
I’m not sure there ever was a realization. I am an only child, so I spent a lot of
time talking to myself and making up stories. Then, when I hit junior high,
writing became a kind of survival mechanism. Things were rough at school and
rough at home, but writing gave me a way to invent worlds that were bigger and
better than the one I lived in.
WHAT’S YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CHILDHOOD MEMORY?
I’m sure the really terrible ones are buried so deep they’ll require years of
therapy to recover. But I can tell you that I once sang a song I wrote at a talent
show. It was called “Love International.” That’s all you really need to know.
WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE CHILDHOOD MEMORY?
Most of my happiest memories involve my grandfather. My mom was in school,
so he pretty much raised me. He could be a moody bastard, but he was always
doing these surprising, wonderful things. I came home from school once and
he’d made me stilts out of leftover plywood. We spent the afternoon painting
them white and blue, and the next day he taught me to walk on them.