Her latest: What Tears Us Apart
The scoop on it: Love lives in the most dangerous places of the heart.
Our thoughts: A powerful novel!
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CHICK LIT IS NOT DEAD PRESENTS...DEBORAH CLOYED'S 5 FIRSTS AND LASTS
FIRST KISS: In third grade, a boy named Brant gave me the quintessential piece of paper bearing the Check Boxes of Like (yes or no), and with my affirmation we were officially in puppy love. Sitting cross-legged on my parents’ living room floor, we put a blanket over our heads so he could peck me on the lips. Then we giggled like maniacs until my Mom came to see what we were up to.
LAST KISS: I’m an early riser, my boyfriend a night owl. He kisses me goodnight in the wee hours, to a groggy mmmmm-hmmmm-luvvvvyoutoooo, and I good-morning kiss him first thing in the morning to a similar refrain. Which I just did.
BOOK YOU READ
FIRST BOOK I READ: My childhood was a veritable blur of books. The first one I remember being obsessed with was My Side of the Mountain. I told my mom I would be living in the backyard from then on. That she pretended to tolerate. Cooking acorn pancakes in her kitchen, she did not.
LAST BOOK I READ: I’m reading The International Bank of Bob, about a travel writer who put $20,000 into Kiva.org, one $25 microloan at a time, then goes to visit loan recipients across the world, including in Kenya (where What Tears Us Apart is set and where I lived before the election violence broke out). Read this book! The author performs a soul-searching yet inspirational examination of some of the world’s trickiest problems of poverty and violence.
RISK YOU TOOK
FIRST RISK I TOOK: If you ask my older brother, I came out of the womb a reckless risk-taker. I had a disturbing lack of fear of heights, spiders, the dark, claustrophobia, any of the usuals. My earliest risk-taking memories, all before age five – of breaking my nose on a jungle gym, getting bit by a snake in a creek, falling out of a tree – it’s hard to remember which came first. My parents put me in gymnastics and the whole family settled in for a lifetime of worry.
LAST RISK I TOOK: Well, I calmed down a bit after two near-death drowning experiences in Central America (hence my debut book The Summer We Came to Life) in my twenties. The risks I take now are of the more mundane variety. Six weeks after foot surgery, I just hobbled up four flights of stairs balancing a tray of two flower vases, two wines glasses, two pizza boxes (don’t judge), and four coffee cups. Nothing fell and broke, miraculously. But in retrospect, that was pretty risky.
HELL YA! MOMENT
FIRST HELL YA MOMENT: Funny but the first thing that springs to mind is when I learned to read. As in – WHOA. There’s a whole world inside this book, and I can go in it all by myself. Like an empty amusement park. And since I was a library junkie from age three, I knew it meant endless solo adventures to come. I could picture it. Hell ya.
LAST HELL YA MOMENT: A cozy, snuggly Easter Sunday, with yummy food and good company, topped off by the Game of Thrones premiere? Hell YA.
FIRST AHA MOMENT: Thinking this through, I realize my first aha moment is the same as my first hell ya moment. Such is life.
LAST AHA MOMENT: I’ve been banging my head against the wall, working out the plot for my next novel. Finally, last week sitting on my porch, I had the AHA moment I’d been waiting for. An AHA that will make this an incredibly fun, eerie, epic book to write. But that’s all I’m saying… for now.