博客來Under duress Clea Saal has confessed to being born on this planet, though she insists she is not certain whether or not that would have been her first choice if anyone had bothered to ask for her opinion on the matter. She was born at an early age somewhere in the Southern hemisphere, though she was dragged to the other side of the Equator by her parents when she was only a few years old, and has been playing equatorial ping-pong ever since. She began writing when she was six and, to some people’s annoyance, she hasn’t stopped yet. She endured twelve years of basic education --make that thirteen, she did flunk once-- and then by reason of tradition, masochism or insanity, she went back for more and eventually earned a degree in English Literature. The day she finally graduated most professors in her department literally cried for joy.
She claims to have been surrounded by books ever since she can remember. She saw them, smelled them, chewed them, tore them to pieces, scribbled on them, heard her mother reading them to her, and, when she got a little older, she read them herself. She also had quite a few books thrown at her. Under the circumstances, becoming a writer seemed to her like a logical next step.
