Brandy Isaacs will tell you first that her name is spelled without an "I". If that is the case, I will call her Brandy saacs. However, that ends up sounding like "Sacks" and will not endear me to her. Just remember, no I. The I is trashy as a terminal vowel.
She was raised in in Kentucky, but not the kentuck of the 70s where people had to dig holes for both one and two. It was a more cosmopolitan version of the place you're thinking of. Instead of digging those holes, her family was able to hire someone to dig them - big difference. They did, however, love when the Sears Wishbook showed up in the mail each year. They were finally able to stop rubbing dirt in dirtier places.
None of that is true.
But all of it is true.
Your author is one of those curious people. She is of the library and the local witches. She loved words. Even better, she loved when those words were strung together.
In a word - stories.
Those stories, of witches that were real and those that were not; of boy wizards; of young women who volunteered; of men who would suck blood. These stories define her.
And it is stories that she wants to tell you. I could gloss her Bio for real - high school, college in central Kentucky, Grad school in Kansas, nonprofit work when she returned home - and it would miss the truth. Brandy Isaacs has stories inside her, and she needs to tell them to you.
They will excite you; they will scare you; they will arouse you.
And you- -- you will keep turning the pages. When you hit the end, you will wish there were more.
