Hello, dear reader. I’m so glad you’re here. My name is Emily Butler, and I write books, one of which (Freya & Zoose) you’ll be able to acquire as soon as January 2019. In fact, it’s available for pre-order now!

With any luck, Freya & Zoose will be joined by another book and then another, and another. I have things in the works, and am working on the things.

If you’d like to learn a little more about me, and about books I love, and about what it’s like to be an author, you’ve come to the right place. You may take a look at my blog, or follow along on social media.

 

 

Here I am in Brasília, age three. It’s my first day of pre-school, and I’m as excited as can be. I’m also frustrated (as I well remember) because I still don’t know how to read.

I’m about to become even more frustrated. As I stand in line for a snack, the teacher in front of me takes a step backward onto my new sandal. I don’t know the words to tell her to get off my foot, because I haven’t learned any Portuguese yet. I’m far too timid give her even the smallest push. I simply stand in line with tears streaming down my face. Other than that, it’s a perfect day.

Skipping ahead a year or two, my dad teaches me to read from a black workbook entitled (wait for it) Teach Me To Read. We do a page every afternoon. Although I am dying to become a real reader, I keep things at a tortoise pace. I feign mistakes and fumble along. Occasionally I insist that we repeat a lesson. I do this to spend as much time with my dad as possible. Clearly I am a very conflicted child.

Fast forward a number of decades, and now I have three conflicted children of my own! They are some of the most wonderful people on the planet, and I’ve taught them all to read (Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons—just magical!) We read together almost every night before bed. My oldest is fifteen. I can’t believe he still allows me to carry on like this, but he does.

I’ve read hundreds and hundreds of books to my kids since #1 sallied forth. After #3 was born, I started writing books, too. To top things off, I’m married to an exceptional man who writes exceptional books of all varieties. I encourage you to check him out. I certainly do.

We live in a house of a certain age, in a neighborhood of a certain vintage, in the crossroads of the West (Provo, Utah).