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I grew up in the country side, in the interior of Sao Paulo City, surrounded by a lot of green and silence. The loudest sound in my surroundings was the wind blowing and howling away through a eucalyptus forest in stormy nights.

To go to school was a trip of 12 kilometers and to play with friends, a walking trip of ten to twenty minutes. I have liked to read since I was a little girl and, around 12 years old, I discovered that the books I really liked were the ones about mysteries, mind powers, religions, different cultures, wisdom – this kind of thing.

I had an enormous curiosity about issues difficult to be explained, such us: Why people have different ideas abut God? If a soul goes to heaven after dying, how is life around there? What are dreams, really? Why some people have powers like premonition or clairvoyance? Why a fit of bad temper makes one looses one’s head?

Luckily, at home, we had lots of books of all kinds of literature, and I spent a good part of my time reading.

At that time, there was no computer, the Internet, games, or cell phones and the children spent a good part of their days playing hide-and-seek, climbing trees or swimming in the lake.

I was also very fond of animals, so, after a storm, I used to go out through the garden looking for birds that might have fallen from their nests. I always found one and, if couldn’t return it to its nest, I created a little corner for it in my bedroom. I picked up howls, pigeons and many others little birds. I once picked up such a tiny little bird, I had to teach it fly myself. Once, I brought a wounded vulture home. Can you believe that my mother let me look after him? At a corner of the garden, of course!

As I enjoyed reading, I enjoyed writing, too and I produced even a family little journal, reporting all that took place during the week. As I was the owner of the journal, the reporter, the writer and the illustrator at the same time, everything I wrote about me was highly flattering. I still have a few “press” copies and I laugh my head off with things like: “The excellent pupil Patricia Kenney, today, received a 10 grade at school!” My parents were also super-praised in the journal, but my two brothers, poor fellows, did not have a chance.

When I grew up, I took up journalism. Afterwards, I worked at large companies in the training area and, now, I have a little communication business together with my husband, who is a graphic artist. In 2006, I published my first collection of children books and two other collections are ready and in the press.

See you!


If you would like to know more about my work, please visit the site www.mcfadden.com.br, a Communication Company, where I work in partnership with Richard Mcfadden, who is a designer and illustrator, or visit the hot sites of my two book collections published in Brazil: www.educacaoecia.com.br/editora/contos for “Contos ao pé-do-ouvido” and www.mcfadden.com.br/comosefaz for “De lá pra cá – Como se Faz?”. All in Portuguese, sorry!

I grew up in the country side, in the interior of Sao Paulo City, surrounded by a lot of green and silence. The loudest sound in my surroundings was the wind blowing and howling away through a eucalyptus forest in stormy nights. To go to school was a trip of 12 kilometers and to play with friends, a walking trip of ten to twenty minutes. I have liked to read since I was a little girl and, around... More