YA author Jo Treggiari was born in London, England, and raised in Canada. She spent many years in San Francisco and New York, where she trained as a boxer, wrote for a punk magazine, and owned her own gangster rap/indie rock record label. Somehow she found herself on Nova Scotia’s beautiful, inspiring south shore with her kids and two dogs. Her most recent book Ashes, Ashes, a post-apocalyptic adventure, was published by Scholastic Press in 2011.
An e-book novella, Love You Like Suicide, was published by Fierce Ink Press in 2012. Currently she’s working on a neo-gothic horror (Inkers) and a psychological thriller (Hindsight).
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Let’s see how Jo answers the Proust Questionnaire!
What is your idea of happiness?
Being with the people I love.
What is your favorite song? When do you first remember hearing it?
Cripple and the Starfish by Antony & The Johnsons. I heard it at a dear friend’s house.
On what occasion do you lie?
To spare someone’s feelings (but only little white lies).
What is your present state of mind?
Happy but a little anxious about the future.
What is your motto?
Always be aware of all the beauty in the world.
What character trait do you most value in your friends?
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
Umm. And there’s an f-word I’m trying to use less.
Your favorite painting?
Basquiat’s “In Italian”.
What is your favorite journey?
The one from waking to dreaming.
What is your favorite time of day?
Night-time. Around 10 pm when the bats are out.
With which literary hero or heroine would you most like to share a coffee?
Jackson Brodie from the books by Kate Atkinson.
What do you need to achieve before you can die happy?
I try to live as if I might die tomorrow so I am already quite happy with my achievements although I’d like to visit New Zealand, canoe down the Amazon, and see my kids grown up.
Who or what is your first love?
What’s the last dream you remember?
I dreamt that I was telling my mother that it was OK that my 6 year old daughter had climbed to the top of a colossal pine tree.
What’s your madeleine?
Woodsmoke and olive oil. Instantly transports me to my Italian grandmother’s kitchen in Roccasinibalda.
Without thinking, in one word: what is life?