My life in the library stacks began in the 1930s and 1940s. As soon as I learned to read, I seldom had my nose out of a book. That was when I discovered the local public library. I would ride my bike down the hill to the little brick town library every Saturday. After selecting my books, I'd pile them in my bike basket. On my way home, I'd stop at a tall copper beech tree, climb up a few branches, and spend the next hour reading.

When I was into a book, I traveled to new worlds. I remember my mother saying, "Forget trying to get Judy's attention when she's reading. She won't even hear you." She was right.

My favorite childhood books were historical fiction, and because children's book authors tend to write the kind of books they once loved, when I started writing children's books, I wrote historical fiction. Some time later, when I read that the Brooklyn Bridge would be celebrating its one hundredth birthday, I decided to try a nonfiction book about the building of the bridge. From then on, I was hooked on writing nonfiction and biographies. And when I began doing research for my books, I fell in love with libraries all over again.

So here's a toast to libraries, librarians...and books. Happy reading!

Life in the Stacks
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