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Author letter

17 Wyoming Ave.
Wyoming, OH 45215


3/22/06


Louis Sachar
C/o Random House Inc.
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201 East 50th Street
New York, NY10012-3999


Dear Mr. Sachar,


    My name is Lily and I am a sixth grader. I am a fan of your books, but the ones that got my attention, were the Wayside School books. I have read each six times and they still make me crack up!
    
You should write a lot more Wayside School books. They are so funny! I think you are a talented writer. The reason I like these books so much is because they make me want to keep on reading and never stop. When ever I�m reading them and come to a really funny part, I want to tell my whole family and all my friends, so they can laugh with me!

I would just like to ask a few questions. What gave you the idea to write these books? Have you always wanted to be an author?  If not, what else did you want to be? Have you ever written any adult books?

Thanks so much for taking time and reading my letter! Hope to here from you!


Sincerely,

Lily




 

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