Carolee Dean

Carolee Dean is the author of Forget Me Not, Take Me There, and Comfort. She lives with her family in Albuquerque, New Mexico, where she works with teenagers as a speech pathologist. Find out more at CaroleeDean.com.

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Forget Me Not

From the author of Take Me There, a fast-paced novel in verse about a girl caught between life and death and the boy who will do anything to save her.

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Carolee Dean
Q. What is your motto or maxim?

A. What you believe shapes who you become!

Q. What’s your fantasy profession?

A. Tour guide at Disneyland. I don't even know if this job exists anymore, but when I was a kid my grandmother took me to Disneyland every summer. I always saw these people leading around tourists and taking them on all the rides. I thought that was the best job in the world because you got to go on the rides over and over again. I still think that would be the best job in the world.

Q. If you could eat only one thing for the rest of your days, what would it be?

A. Pepperoni Pizza - It's yummy, and it contains all the basic food groups.

Q. Who is your favorite fictional hero?

A. Joan Wilder, the main character in the movie "Romancing the Stone." She's an author who spends all her time glued to her computer until she's forced into a wild adventure in South America. She dreams of romance and adventure, but doesn't really want to take the risks involved in either.

Q. Which living person do you most admire?

A. Temple Grandin. She's an amazing woman and an author. She is also a professor at Colorado State Universtiy and she's autistic.

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December 29, 2009

THEN

 

When I was a little girl we spent every Christmas with my grandparents in California. They didn't have a fireplace (Didn't need one -- it was sunny California after all). We also didn't have Christmas stockings. Instead of stockings, my grandmother put three of my grandfather's athletic socks on the back of the couch -- one for me and one for each of my brothers. On Christmas morning the socks would be filled with fruit; apples, bananas, and oranges. We didn't even get to eat the fruit. As soon as we "opened" our stockings (ur, um) socks, my grandmother snatched away the fruit and made a salad to go with Christmas dinner. I... see more

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