There's this kid who lives across the street. She loves words and writing and she informed me that "snicket" is another word for alley (or street). We started calling our street the snicket and decided her name should be Cricket. After all, she's bright and shiny and full of chirps––and she's always hopping across the snicket.
Not only does Cricket write middle grade fiction––she's fallen in love with painting, too.
Yesterday when I was in Green Apple Books, she texted me this photo of a piece she'd just finished called
view from the top of the snicket, signed
xo cricket.
I think this is only the 5th or 6th painting she's done. Crazy.
