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There is a certain kind of mess in my 10-year-old daughter's room that I have a very high tolerance for. That is, books strewn all over the bed and carpet. Every once in a while I will go up and find books pulled from her shelf and sprawled everywhere. They're all books she's already read, and clearly she's looking for something. I respect it as a private thing, but it makes me curious.

It also makes me proud. Quite often, I'll find books in the mix authored by friends, and many times, that means a book of Tiffany Stone's whimsical, one-of-a-kind poetry. I'm never surprised by how often my daughter pulls these books out, the poetry is perfectly paired with block-cut style illustrations that suit it to a T.

I caught up with Tiffany at Authorfest at UBC this week. Her three children are keeping her busy, and she's getting ready to launch a book of MATH poetry. She's also keeping up with what is quite possibly the world's cutest website.

I can't wait to tell my teacher friends.
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Anonymous said…
Thanks, Victoria! I'm always overjoyed to hear that my books are loved. Better get writing some more, huh? ;-)

It was great to see you at Authorfest and fascinating to learn the stories behind how some of your books came to be.

The credit for my web site goes to author/illustrator/book designer extraordinaire Elisa Gutierrez and her fabulous husband Dave Cross.

Tiffany
11:35 AM
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