Tag Archives: Elana K. Arnold

March 28

Who (and What) Lives in the Spaces Between Us by Elana K. Arnold

When I wrote A Boy Called BAT, I knew what I hoped: I hoped that it would reach the kids who needed it. What I didn’t expect was the response from readers. Over the past several years, I’ve received hundreds of emails from kids, parents, teachers, librarians, and grandparents, telling me how and why they […]

July 09

Cover Reveal of The House That Wasn’t There by Elana K. Arnold

All my life, from the time I was two years old, my Nana and Papa lived on a street called Rollingwood Drive.  It was a skinny, winding sort of street, with narrow sidewalks and lots of trees. Theirs was Number 33—halfway down the block, on the left-hand side. I drove down that street as a […]

March 08

An Ordinary Day Gives Birth to an Extraordinary Story By Elana K. Arnold

  Five years ago, two things happened. My father died; my friend gave birth.     My father died first. He had been suffering with two illnesses, and he went into the hospital for a surgery we hoped would ease his pain. He did not come out.     His death was very hard for […]

March 26

The Strange, Wonderful Experience of Being Seen by Elana K. Arnold

Dear Nerdy Book Folks, Maybe you will find this hard to believe, but when I first imagine a character, a setting, or a plot, and when I set to work, I don’t think about who will read the book. In fact, I’ve been known to form a tiny tunnel by cupping my hands around my […]

March 20

Bat’s Growing Circle by Elana K. Arnold

Recently, I heard this concept, and though I’ve forgotten almost all of the details, I sort of remember it being called a “Circle of Seven,” though when I google that term, none of the stuff that comes up is related to what I was searching for (though I did browse through lots of interesting, unrelated […]

June 28

Cover Reveal for BAT AND THE WAITING GAME by Elana K. Arnold

I wrote A BOY CALLED BAT for the same reason I write all my books: because I felt compelled to. He came to me one night as I was driving: a boy with autism, whose initials spell “Bat,” who loves animals and vanilla yogurt. I felt Bat as clearly as I felt my own babies […]

Creature Comforts and A Boy Called Bat by Elana K. Arnold

I was seven years old when my heart was broken for the first time, by a girl named Nona who didn’t want to be my friend anymore because I was “weird.” It was my cat Sabrina who absorbed my tears in her thick black pelt, who purred and licked and butted me with her head […]

June 29

A Boy Called Bat Cover Reveal by Elana K. Arnold

The first character I remember loving was a little girl with straight brown hair who lived on Klickitat Street. I loved that she was stubborn and imperfect. I loved the way she saw the world from the particular angle that only she, Ramona Quimby, occupied in her family, her school and her community. As I […]

June 24

Origins by Elana K. Arnold

Every story comes from somewhere. Maybe it’s from deep inside, a fear or a hope the author can hardly name. Maybe it’s a memory—the smell of magnolia flowers and summer sun, or the nose-twitchy pepper of a family barbeque.   With my last middle grade novel, THE QUESTION OF MIRACLES, I didn’t immediately recognize where […]

April 26

PONDS AND BRAMBLES by Elana K. Arnold

By the time I was eight years old, I’d moved half a dozen times. My parents bought and sold houses, fixing each up and flipping it for a profit, before deciding when I was six to move us from urban Long Beach, California to rural Atascadero, halfway up the California coast, and onto a two-acre […]