I didn’t set out to write books. It wasn’t really on my mind.

As a five-year-old, my greatest ambition in life was to live inside a giant cake. I remember sketching in crayon the giant oven that was going to bake it, and the buckets of lollies and other surprises that would get baked into the mix. The idea was genius. When you live in a cake, if you suddenly decide you need another room, you just eat one. If you want a spiral staircase, or a secret passage from your bedroom to the kitchen … you guessed it. Yep, I had it all figured out. If only life could be that interesting.

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