Amy C. Spaulding
I grew up in a town called Sleepy Hollow. The Headless Horseman was our high school mascot. We lived a stone’s throw from Sleepy Hollow Cemetery and down the road from the Old Dutch Church. Every day, the school bus carried me over Ichabod’s bridge. Daily life was steeped in lore, and I grew up breathing the air of magic and possibility.
My first paying job was reviewing books for a quarter for my dad who worked for Scholastic. My uncle Johnny worked there, too. My grandfather was a publisher who befriended Ted Geisel and inspired him to write The Cat in the Hat. My great-grandfather wrote children’s book primers and my cousin Martha was a long-time senior editor at The Atlantic Monthly.
I have grown up around book people. I admire and respect their unflagging dedication and traditional sensibility. And now we book people — writers, readers, educators, librarians, editors, illustrators, publishers, and booksellers — find ourselves facing great technological and cultural change. I still believe in books and great storytelling. I hope you do, too.
Amy C. Spaulding; firstname.lastname@example.org