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Kelly Oram wrote her first novel at age fifteen--a fan fiction about her favorite music group, The Backstreet Boys, for which her family and friends still tease her. She's obsessed with reading, talks way too much, and likes to eat frosting by the spoonful. She lives outside of Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, four children, and a cat named Mr. Darcy.
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Question and Answer with the Author
What was the hardest part of writing your book, and how did you overcome it?
I think the hardest part was writing from the male perspective for the first time. Half of The Avery Shaw Experiment is told from Grayson's POV. I had so much fun with this--loved every second of it. But I was always worried that he sounded like a total girl. I did my best to channel my inner seventeen-year-old guy, and then asked a lot of friends and family for advice and responses to this or that... Hopefully he sounds like a dude.
What is your favorite late night snack? Popcorn! I'm addicted to the stuff.
Snippet Time
Avery:
Grayson
stared at me, dumbfounded. “I make you forget my brother ever existed by taking
you out on lots of really fun dates, and I get extra credit for that?”
“You’d
have to keep a journal of it all. We’d have to catalog our experiments, compile
our findings into an organized study, but yes. Basically.”
Grayson
still looked skeptical. “And that’s considered science? ”
I
nodded. “Social Science. It’s the study of people and relationships.”
Grayson’s
jaw fell open. He blinked a few times and then let out an incredulous laugh.
“You’ve got to be shitting me!”
“Mr.
Kennedy, you’re already in detention!” Mr. Walden released an exasperated sigh.
“Sorry. It’s just, that actually sounds fun.”
Grayson looked at me, still in a bit of shock. “You’ve got yourself a deal,
Aves. Consider me your science partner.”
Mr.
Walden clapped with satisfaction. “Great! It’s settled then. Welcome to science
club, Grayson.”
“Wait,
what?”
Mr.
Walden chuckled. “That’s my part of the deal. You want the extra credit, you
take your brother’s place in the science club. You come to the meetings, work
on your project with Avery, and you attend the actual science fair with the
team in March.”
“You’re
not serious, Mr. Walden. Join the freaking science club? That’s social suicide,
not social science!”
“I
am deadly serious. This is very important to Avery and the others. I will not
let you take advantage of Avery’s work ethics. You will pull your weight and be
a part of the team, or you can sign up for after school tutoring and hope you
get your grade up before the end of the season.”
“Grayson,
just say yes,” I begged. “We’ve already taken our photo for the yearbook. I’ll
swear the gang to secrecy. No one will ever have to know.”
Grayson
gaped at my friends, who’d been hanging on every word of our conversation and
were all staring back at him in just as much shock.
“Please?”
I whispered, taking his hand. “Do this for me?”
Grayson
took one look at my desperate, pleading face and gave in.
I
threw my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek as I squealed my thanks.
“And
you said I’m cruel.” He shook his head as I stepped back. “All I ever do is
tease you. You just turned me into a dork.”
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