Wendy Delsol considers herself first and foremost a storyteller. Because she likes to settle in and get to know her characters, she writes novels. And by getting to know her characters, she means torment them.
She came to writing somewhat late, or, rather, with plenty of research and advance preparation. Before becoming a full-time writer, Wendy earned both a bachelor’s degree from Michigan State University and a master’s degree from California State University, Long Beach, waitressed to pay tuition, and worked more than ten years in the travel industry as a tour coordinator. Her favorite job ever was stay-at-home mom to her two (now-teenage) sons.
Some basic background: Wendy was born in Canada to British parents and grew up as the middle child of three girls in the suburbs of Detroit. She did a university semester in Paris and then, after college, moved to Nice for a year. When back in the states, she followed college friends out to Los Angeles, intending to stay only long enough to attend grad school. Twenty years later, she was still in L.A. and married with two kids. In 2005, her husband’s job took the family to Des Moines, Iowa.
Stork, Wendy’s debut young adult novel, is the story of smart and sassy Katla (Kat) Leblanc, a sixteen-year-old L.A. fashionista whose life is upended after a move to tiny Norse Falls Minnesota—her mother’s hometown of Icelandic heritage. As if being the new kid isn’t challenging enough, Kat is mysteriously drawn to an ancient order of bird women with the extraordinary task of delivering human souls. Complicating things further is Jack Snjosson, an aloof farm boy. Given the rocky start to their relationship, Kat would never believe they share a history—never mind destiny.
In Frost, the sequel to Stork, Kat delves further into her magical soul-delivering abilities after a deadly snow storm brings to town a mysterious weather researcher; at stake is not only her boyfriend Jack’s survival, but climate as we know it.
Three Things You Might Not Know About Me:
1. I hate garlic—yuck, nasty, nasty stuff—but, as far as I know, there is no vampire blood in my ancestry.
2. I love tennis. I love to play tennis, and I love to watch tennis. Roger Federer is my idol!
3. I am easily brought to tears. Set a guy eating a sandwich to a dramatic piece of music, and I’ll need a tissue. It’s embarrassing and annoying, but entirely out of my control. And, yes, I cried—like a baby—when Federer finally won the French Open. But who didn’t?