When I was 13 or 14, my mother used to gift me books that I was dying to read. Those are my most memorable birthday gifts.

Comic books and The Chronicles of Narnia. My mother used to read those to me and my twin brother growing up.

When confronted with a birthday in a week I will remember that a book can be a really good present, too.

One of the most memorable things I hear is when someone tells me that my books got a reluctant reader to read.

I was a complete brat but was an angel with my mother. I used to be perfectly behaved, and my mother used to be like... 'Really, are you badly behaved with other people?' I was like, 'No, not at all.' But the minute she used to leave the room, I was a brat.

If I read in a paper that somebody has said something about me, I'm going to take it with a pinch of salt; I really am!