Posted by: kitkat | December 1, 2007

Author of the Month – Libba Bray

Books by Libba Bray
Great and Terrible Beauty 0385732317
Rebel Angels 0385733410
Sweet Far Thing 0385730306

Libba Bray will be at next year’s Teen Book Festival. Here’s some info to get you up to date on everything Libba.

On a personal note, I met her at a librarian conference (its not as boring as you may think) and I completely embarrassed myself by shouting that I love her… but I do! She’s a funny and entertaining author and in person, she’s AMAZING! I could listen to her forever. I may have to stalk her… but that might be creepy. Anywho, after reading some things about her, I realized that I love her even more! We have a bunch of things we like in common.
for example:
1. Xanadu – This is a completely cornball movie, but I love it too.
2. Bruce Campbell (I’m not condoning use of Old Spice, especially if you are a teen guy who has a tendency to over spray, but this commercial is just brilliant!)
Old Spice Commercial ft Bruce Campbell

3. Monty Python’s Flying Circus – this group of Brits gets me laughing so hard… well you know what happens next. I snort. Anyway, they had a tv show in the 70s, which was just BRILLIANT!
4. Young Frankenstein – This is absolutely the most perfect movie ever. This isn’t your typical Frankenstein. This one’s Frankensteeen!
5. The Marx Brothers – Comedy in its purest form. Nothing too naughty… and very silly. Who knew people your grandparents’ ages could be funny? 🙂 Ask them about the Marx Brothers sometime. You won’t regret it.
6. Princess Bride – (I hope you are beginning to see a pattern here. Humor is important to both of us!) If you haven’t seen this movie. I’m begging you to! Swordfights, six fingered men, torture, intrigue, romance… its got everything!
7. Brazil – This odd movie is directed by Terry Gilliam, who was the token American in Monty Python’s Flying Circus. Its about a creepy futuristic world where the government is totalitarian and evil. The main character daydreams of a better place… but will he ever attain it?
8. Auntie Mame – this is a great classic film with Rosalind Russell. Flamboyant and outrageous. You’ll love it darling!

Okay, well go to her site!

From Libba’s website:


1. I lived in Texas until I was 26 years old, then I moved to New York City with $600.00 in my shoe (’cause muggers won’t take it out of your shoe, y’know . . . riiiiight . . .) and a punchbowl (my grandmother’s gift) under my arm. I ended up using the punchbowl box as an end table for two years.

2. My dad was a Presbyterian minister. Yes, I am one of those dreaded P.K.s–Preacher’s Kids. Be afraid. Be very afraid . . .

3. The first story I ever wrote, in Mrs. McBee’s 6th grade English class, was about a girl whose family is kidnapped and held hostage by a murderous lot of bank robbers who intend to kill the whole family–including the dog–until the 12-year-old heroine foils the plot and saves the day. It included colored pencil illustrations of manly-looking, bearded criminals smoking, and, oblivious to the fact that The Beatles had already sort of laid claim to the title, I called my novel, HELP. My mom still has a copy. And when I do something she doesn’t like, she threatens to find it.

4. My favorite word is “redemption.” I like both its meaning and the sound. My least favorite word is “maybe.” “Maybe” is almost always a “no” drawn out in cruel fashion.

5. My three worst habits are overeating, self-doubt, and the frequent use of the “f” word.

6. The three things I like best about myself are my sense of humor, my ability to listen, and my imagination.

7. I have an artificial left eye. I lost my real eye in a car accident when I was eighteen. In fact, I had to have my entire face rebuilt because I smashed it up pretty good. It took six years and thirteen surgeries. However, I did have the pleasure of freezing a plastic eyeball in an ice cube, putting it in a friend’s drink, (“Eyeball in your highball?”) and watching him freak completely. Okay, so maybe that’s not going down on my good karma record. But it sure was fun.

8. In 7th grade, my three best friends and I dressed up as KISS and walked around our neighborhood on Halloween. Man, we were such dorks.

9. I once spent New Year’s Eve in a wetsuit. I’d gone to the party in a black dress that was a little too tight (too many holiday cookies) and when I went to sit down, the dress ripped up the back completely. Can we all say, mortified? The problem was, my friends were moving out of their house–everything was packed and on a truck–and there was nothing I could put on . . . but a wetsuit that they still had tacked to the wall. I spent the rest of the party maneuvering through throngs of people feeling like a giant squid.

10. I got married in Florence, Italy. My husband and I were in love but totally broke, so we eloped and got married in Italy, where he was going on a business trip. We had to pull a guy off the street to be our witness. It was incredibly romantic. Florence is still one of my favorite cities in the world.

11. My favorite way to write is to take my laptop, Lucille, (I name all my computers) and sit in my favorite coffeehouse with a hot cup o’ joe while listening to eclectic music mixes chosen randomly by the baristas.

12. I’m related to Davy Crockett on my mom’s side. Honest.

13. I grew up doing theatre and spent a long time as a playwright. I still think very visually when I write.

14. Some of my favorite movies of all time (subject to change when I think of other movies I love) are All About Eve, Brazil, Blade Runner, Spinal Tap, Citizen Kane, Harold & Maude, To Kill a Mockingbird, Singin’ in the Rain, and probably a million more that I can’t think of right now. I have never made it through The Wizard of Oz without crying. Not once.

15. Naming my favorite books feels like naming a favorite child–impossible. But here’s my list of some Y.A. books I love as of 4:03pm today. TITHE by Holly Black. TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD by Harper Lee. CATCHER IN THE RYE by J. D. Salinger. LORD OF THE FLIES by William Golding. 33 SNOWFISH by Adam Rapp. WHALE TALK by Chris Crutcher. BLOOD AND CHOCOLATE by Annette Curtis Klause. THE BELL JAR by Sylvia Plath (not really Y.A. but I read it when I was 16 and it rocked my world). SPEAK by Laurie Halse Anderson.

16. I love to be scared. Not “hey, I think I smell smoke . . .” scared, but creepy, paranoid, what’s-that-out-there-in-the-dark, ghost story scared. It’s no surprise that I was the girl who got invited to the slumber parties because I could be counted on to tell a tale to scare the bejesus out of you.

17. In homage to a book I just read entitled, FIVE MEN WHO BROKE MY HEART, I submit: The first boy who broke my heart (age 6) didn’t want to sit next to me because I’d wet my pants in reading circle once and he thought I was gross. Damn my small bladder! The second boy who broke my heart (age 16) was a drummer with a band (the start of a trend, folks…) and he threw me over for a really cool chick I couldn’t even bring myself to hate. The third boy who broke my heart (ages 20—24, ay yi yi . . .) was a strapping hunk of bodaciousness with the mind of Einstein. We had the exact same birthday, same year and everything. So the time he forgot to wish me a happy birthday was kind of the beginning of the end, I think. The fourth boy who broke my heart (age 25) was also a drummer. I had to stop with the drummers.

18. I’m one of those people who has to write. If I don’t write, I feel itchy and depressed and cranky. So everybody’s glad when I write and stop complaining already.

19. My Pennsylvania Dutch great-great-great grandmother was supposedly a psychic who could see and speak to the dead. Sort of a witch, I guess. Her husband was an undertaker, and she would have these visions of someone bringing in a string of a particular size (people were measured for their coffins in this way) and it would come true. Creepy stuff, but fascinating.

20. If I were stuck on a deserted island, the five indispensable CDs I’d take would be London Calling by the Clash, Quadrophenia by The Who, Aretha Franklin’s Greatest Hits, To Venus and Back by Tori Amos, and Elvis Costello’s Greatest Hits.

21. I hate doughnuts. Weird but true.

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