Books by Joan Bauer

  • Hope Was Here

  • 19,669 ratings
  • June 2nd 2005 by Puffin Books

    (first published September 11th 2000)

  • Close to Famous

  • 8,964 ratings
  • February 3rd 2011 by Viking Books for Young Readers

    (first published February 1st 2011)

  • Almost Home

  • 8,471 ratings
  • September 13th 2012 by Viking Juvenile
  • Peeled

  • 4,524 ratings
  • May 1st 2008 by Putnam Juvenile
  • Soar

  • 3,104 ratings
  • January 5th 2016 by Viking
  • Squashed

  • 2,250 ratings
  • June 2nd 2005 by Speak

    (first published January 1st 1992)

  • Stand Tall

  • 1,836 ratings
  • August 16th 2005 by Speak

    (first published August 26th 2002)

  • Thwonk

  • 1,673 ratings
  • January 1st 1996 by Bantam Books

    (first published 1995)

  • Backwater

  • 1,496 ratings
  • June 2nd 2005 by Speak

    (first published May 24th 1999)

  • Tell Me

  • 1,495 ratings
  • September 16th 2014 by Viking Books for Young Readers
  • Sticks

  • 378 ratings
  • June 2nd 2005 by Speak

    (first published May 2nd 1996)

  • Raising Lumie

  • 178 ratings
  • June 16th 2020 by Viking Books for Young Readers
  • Joan Bauer

  • 4 ratings
  • June 1st 2010 by Penguin Young Readers Group
Joan Bauer
  • Joan Bauer

  • Date of birth: July 12, 1951
  • Born: in The United States.

  • Description: From: 12, 1951 - I was born at eleven A.M., a most reasonable time, my mother often said, and when the nurse put me in my mother's arms for the first time I had both a nasty case of the hiccups and no discernible forehead (it's since grown in). I've always believed in comic entrances.As I grew up in River Forest, Illinois, in the 1950's, I seem to remember an early fascination with things that were funny. I thought that people who could make other people laugh were terribly fortunate. While my friends made their career plans, declaring they would become doctors, nurses, and lawyers, inwardly I knew that I wanted to be involved somehow in comedy. This, however, was a difficult concept to get across in first grade. But I had a mother with a great comic sense (she was a high school English teacher) and a grandmother who had been a funny professional storyteller, so I figured the right genes were in there somewhere, although I didn't always laugh at what my friends laughed at and they rarely giggled at my jokes. That, and the fact that I was overweight and very tall, all made me feel quite different when I was growing up--a bit like a musk ox at a tea party.My grandmother, who I called Nana, had the biggest influence on me creatively. She taught me the importance of stories and laughter. She never said, "Now I'm going to tell you a funny story," she'd just tell a story, and the humor would naturally flow from it because of who she was and how she and her characters saw the world. She showed me the difference between derisive laughter that hurts others and laughter that comes from the heart. She showed me, too, that stories help us understand ourselves at a deep level. She was a keen observer of people.I kept a diary as a child, was always penning stories and poems. I played the flute heartily, taught myself the guitar, and wrote folk songs. For years I wanted to be a comedienne, then a comedy writer. I was a voracious reader, too, and can still remember the dark wood and the green leather chairs of the River Forest Public Library, can hear my shoes tapping on the stairs going down to the children's room, can feel my fingers sliding across rows and rows of books, looking through the card catalogs that seemed to house everything that anyone would ever need to know about in the entire world. My parents divorced when I was eight years old, and I was devastated at the loss of my father. I pull from that memory regularly as a writer. Every book I have written so far has dealt with complex father issues. My dad was an alcoholic and the pain of that was a shadow that followed me for years, but I've learned things from that experience that have made me resilient. I attempted to address those issues in Rules of the Road, and I took them even further in the companion book, Best Foot Forward. The theme that I try to carry into all of my writing is this: adversity, if we let it, will make us stronger.In my twenties, I worked in sales and advertising for the Chicago Tribune, McGraw-Hill, WLS Radio, and Parade Magazine. I met my husband Evan, a computer engineer, while I was on vacation. Our courtship was simple. He asked me to dance; I said no. We got married five months later in August, 1981. But I was not happy in advertising sales, and I had a few ulcers to prove it. With Evan's loving support, I decided to try my hand at professional writing. I wish I could say that everything started falling into place, but it was a slow, slow build -- writing newspaper and magazine articles for not much money. My daughter Jean was born in July of '82. She had the soul of a writer even as a baby. I can remember sitting at my typewriter (I didn't have a computer back then) writing away with Jean on a blanket on the floor next to me. If my writing was bad that day, I'd tear that page out of the typewriter and hand it to her. "Bad paper," I'd say and Jean would r