Myracle, Lauren

When Lauren Myracle was thirteen, she spent hours lying on her bed, staring at the cracks on her ceiling and wishing so hard to be magic. She wanted to bend spoons with her mind, talk to her sister telepathically, and rearrange her molecules so she could walk through walls. She wanted fairies to leave gumdrops on her windowsill. She wanted well-known paths to unexpectedly lead to mystical lands and times. She also wished she would grow up to become a writer and that part came true! (Which is not to say the other parts didn t. . . .) She s written many books for tweens and teens, including the