I'm Named After Jane Austen's

The Sound Of The Pages Turning Was The Sound Of Magic. The Dry Liquid Feel Of Paper Under Fingertips Was What Magic Felt Like.

I Read Three Books A Week.

My Mother Was Wonderfully Out About Her Dementia. She Would Sort Of - She Would Say To Me, I Came Out To The Window Cleaner About Having Dementia. You Know, I Love The Way That Verb For Coming Out Of The Closet Has Now Become So Socially Useful For All Sorts Of Situations, Like When You Need To Explain To The Window Cleaner That You Don't Know If You Paid Him Or Not.

I Wrote The Novel [room], And Then I Thought, "this Could Work On Film, And I Want To Be The One To Do It." So I Went Ahead And Drafted It.

I Was Anticipating That Some Readers Might Misread [the Book] Room Itself As A Hymn To Homeschooling.