For the last half of my life I have had the doubtful benefit of a brother whose literary reputation is much greater than my own.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I also had a brother who was like me a musician and a composer. A man of great talent, far more gifted than I. He died very young... he killed himself in the prime of his life.
I've had a life where things have worked out for me beyond my wildest dreams, and my brother's had just the opposite.
With my first book, 'A Letter to a Young Brother,' I figured it would be my only book I was ever going to write. What happened with that is a lot of young men would reach out to me.
I had older brothers, and I don't think there's anything worse than an older brother. They pretty much told me the end of everything they got to see before I did.
So I developed very early a massive inferiority complex, and I've told the story often about how that inspired me later in life to get involved in other things, because I couldn't out-do my brothers in sports, and it's a very competitive relationship.
I do have an older brother! But you know, he and I have always gotten along. We've always had different aspirations.
I don't throw around the word 'brother' because I'm so, so close to my real-life brothers and my real-life sisters, and being a brother is so important to me.
I was the typical little sister who wanted to be just like her older brother. When I was growing up, my brother wrote phenomenal stories, so I wanted to write them, too.
I have a brother younger than me. My mother was a librarian, so from her, I got the taste to read.
My brother told me I was going to be a poet. I had a good brother. He did a lot of good brotherly work.