This week, welcome Medeia Sharif, author of Bestest. Ramadan. Ever. Take it away, Medeia!
Do you believe in aliens?
I do. When I was a teen in the 90’s, I watched real-life alien abduction/UFO shows and read all of Whitley Strieber’s abduction books. It was hard to sleep after reading or watching those things. I used to be afraid to look out of windows at night, because I believed aliens might be lurking in my backyard.
iPhone or BlackBerry?
Blackberry. I had an iPod touch and thought the keypad was tricky, so I didn't want the phone version. A physical keyboard makes me feel more in control. This is also handy because when I don’t have a notepad, I easily input new ideas and other reminders to myself.
Cake vs. Pie?
Cake, all the way. Cake is richer and more solid, and I love basic chocolate or devil’s food. I’ve had mini pies, but they can’t beat cupcakes.
(Luckily for Medeia, I'm pretty sure most aliens have a penchant for pies, so she won't be top of the list, abduction-wise. She simply won't be their favorite flavor.)
When writing, noise, silence, music, people around?
I usually have music playing in the background. I mainly listen to alternative rock and New Wave, either from my collection or Slacker Radio. The only time I have people around is when I’m working on my balcony (I’m on a busy street) or if I take a hardcopy or Kindle version of my manuscript to the laundromat.
During Ramadan, we're not allowed to eat from sunrise to sunset, for a whole month. My family does this every year, even though I've been to a mosque exactly twice in my fifteen years. My exercise-obsessed mom—whose hotness skipped a generation, sadly—says I could stand to lose a few. But is torture really an acceptable method? I think not. Things wouldn't be so bad if I had a boyfriend, but my oppressive parents forbid me to date. This is just cruel and wrong. Especially since Peter, a cute and crushable artist, might be my soul mate. Figures my bestest friend Lisa likes him, too. To top it off, there's a new Muslim girl in school who struts around in super-short skirts, commanding every boy's attention—including Peter's. How can I get him to notice me? And will I ever feel like a typical American girl?
Bestest. Ramadan. Ever is available at Barnes and Noble!
You can find Medeia at her blog, here
and on Twitter. :)