First, thank you to all who sent me words of encouragement during my Scissor Sisters crisis. It is now resolved, and Ta-Dah comes out of every appliance in my house that plays music, and a few that don’t.
When I last left off, I was telling you about the Amazing Breast Size Guessing Nun, and how [...]

This is not a full post. This is an interruption in the normal blogging scheme so that I can complain and ask for help, and also tell you something.
iTunes constantly taunts me by not allowing me to purchase and download the entire catalog of The Divine Comedy. But today it is just being spiteful. Right [...]

It was a very hot autumn when I first arrived at my Catholic girls’ school, aged 13, non-Catholic, clueless, never having faced a nun before in my life. And during that very hot autumn, the order lost one sister a week for the first five weeks of school, as if on schedule. Every week, we [...]

I’ve been busy working on Girl At Sea, so it’s been a few days since I’ve posted. But I’m back to tell you another story from MJ’s book of Catholic high school.
A note, first: if you are in Brooklyn this weekend, come see me, Scott Westerfeld, Justine Larbalestier, and David Klass at the Brooklyn Book [...]

I was a Catholic schoolgirl. I have a lot of stories that surround this fact. Sooner or later, I was bound to convert some of them into story material. And now, in Devilish, I have.
Specifically, I was a girl at an all-girls Catholic prep school in the city of Philadelphia. I wore a serious-looking uniform [...]

Friends, the day is here. Devilish is now on sale. Jane Jarvis has arrived. Now you can read the book that Amber Benson, Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s Tara, is calling “the cleverest take on selling your soul that I’ve read in a long time.”
It’s also the book that earned me an entirely unexpected comparison to [...]

For some reason, at this exact moment, one of my neighbors is blasting French accordion music out of his/her window and into my rainy New York street. So basically, I now feel like I am living in an artist’s garret in early 20th century Paris, a la Moulin Rouge.
My neighborhood is weird. People walk their [...]