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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. If you could be any person or thing, who or what would it be?

A. A cat. They're comfortable anywhere. I'm really a dog person, but I wouldn't want to be a dog.

Q. What’s your best quality?

A. When I'm writing I become hyper-focused which allows me to tune out a thousand distractions.

Q. Who is your favorite fictional villain?

A. Annie Wilkes from the novel MISERY by Stephen King. She tied up her favorite author and made him write an alternative ending to one of his books. I think she was misunderstood. Probably a frustrated writer.

Q. If you could acquire any talent, what would it be?

A. Playing the piano. I like to compose music but I'm very slow at it. If I could play the piano, it would help. I was a music composition major for about five minutes in college, but I was very slow at sight reading so I switched to music therapy and eventually speech pathology.

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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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