This time I kept the flashlight trained on the floor. So I left the secret door to my room open (just in case), and stepped back into the passage. I was startled but immediately decided I wanted to explore the passage again more carefully. The end of the passage was between my room and Mom’s. The wall that had swung open was the one with the fancy molding that had sounded hollow the other day. I began feeling the walls around me, and suddenly something made a loud clicking noise and the whole wall to my right swung away from me.
Where was I? Somewhere inside our house? I felt like the mice in The Tailor of Gloucester, darting from house to house in their secret passageways.Īt the top of the staircase the passage, which was now very narrow, and all wooden (I was sure, somehow, that I was between the walls of our house) took another turn, and then, a few feet beyond, really did come to a dead end. I found myself facing a crude wooden staircase. I rounded the corner - and drew in my breath. After all this, had I come to a dead end? Ahead, my flashlight was shining on a dirt wall. If I were just a little older, I could be Nancy Drew. At long last, the passage began to slope upward. I was moving slowly, and every thing seemed sort of unreal. I was moving through a tunnel of earth with a few support beams here and there. I shined the light around and saw that the passage veered off to the left - toward our house. When I reached the bottom, I examined the floor. I backed down it carefully, holding the flashlight in my left hand. Don't get me wrong, they are fantastic novels for kids, but over the years, my reading preferences have changed, so I gave all the volumes to the Salvation Army.I shined the light down the hole. This biography and the books from The Babysitter Club are no longer mine.
It's motivating! - ★★★★★ġ/20/20- You can tell that this was my very first post and that I had no idea how to even begin writing a blog piece, much less a review.
This is a must-read for any aspiring children's book author. She was eventually approached about writing a new series called "The Baby-sitter Club," which changed her life forever. She writes books for other series and novelizations, among other things. This is an excellent autobiography that I would recommend to any Ann Martin fan or children's book author.įrom Ann Martin's diaper days to her teaching days, you will discover how she rose through the ranks of a publishing house to become a bestselling children's book author.Īnn left her editorial job after publishing her first book, "Bummer Summer," and several other books. I was fortunate to come across this out-of-print book at a thrift store.
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