About Christine

I first remember going abroad when I was eight years old. Baby me had already been carted across several continents, but eight is when I discovered the world. It was also the summer when I began to read.

I spent days paging through Star Wars novels on my uncle's desert farm. I looked up from vintage Twilight Zone comics one night to see baboons watching through the window. I devoured fairytales sitting in a stone house's under-basement, at the edge of a pit where the frothing sea roared up from the bottom like a caged beast. I still can't remember reading Matilda without also thinking of how the rat-bitten pages felt against my fingers as men walked towards our car on a deserted road, their guns glinting in the sun. 

After that summer, I came back and continued growing up in the American Midwest. But my imagination never came home. Since then, I have gone on my own "errant adventures" and nearly fallen off cliffs in more countries than I'd like to admit. I've also begun to write (and illustrate) my own stories.

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When I write, I try to capture how I felt like as a child, where fantasy is just another unexplored country, where danger and wonder go hand in hand with chores and eating your vegetables.