I was that sickly child. The one in books who has glasses from reading too much. I read to live.
And, because my mom was super picky about what I read, I lived well. When “real” life seemed too hard to bear, well, I’d go somewhere else. My favorite places to go were the Seven Enchanted Isles with Prince Caspian. Or the highlands with David Balfour and the incorrigible Alan Breck.
When I was about thirteen I discovered the beauties of Pemberley and sighed with contentment when Lizzie was able to live there, after all. And to this day, whenever I need to, I open the worn blue cover of a favorite, and run out into the Hundred Acre Wood with Pooh.
Naomi Jackson began writing novels at the age of eleven, but only recently began her career as a freelance author and passionate storyteller. When she is not reading or writing, you can find Naomi tending to her houseplants, taking a long walk, or volunteering at her home church. She lives with her family in southern Florida.