Bio
Rebecca Weller spent her childhood chasing white rabbits, having tea parties on the ceiling, searching for Boo Radley in his tree, or sailing on a raft down the Mississippi River. She spent time in the land of Oz with not only Dorothy but also Elphaba, in the New England area with the March family, and on the red sand shores of Prince Edward Island at Green Gables.
Her years of education spread between Stoneybrook Middle School, Sweet Valley High, The London Institute, and a brief spell in Forks, WA. She has learned much from journeying to ivory towers, exploring the Swiss Alps, or cheering on the selection of a new princess in Illea.
When not writing her own stories, she continues to attend balls with the Bennett sisters in the English countryside, solve complex murder mysteries in the New York area, explore kingdoms found through wardrobes, or enjoys a good Jazz-inspired soiree in Long Island.
Good Writers Are Readers
They are those that have been captured by the beauty of other’s words and feel compelled to share their stories as well.
It’s the main reason I became a writer. Books have been my life for as long as I can remember. From staying up until all hours of the night, reading by flashlight determined to quit after just one more chapter, to working in a bookstore during my teens, I have always been fascinated by a book’s ability to transport you, if only for a moment, to somewhere new and exciting. That and the fantastical imaginative worlds and characters that run through my mind were just begging to be put down on the page.
Anything more you want to know about me feel free to ask, I’m an open book.