INSPIRED BY ALASKA
At age twenty-one, Deb Vanasse was dropped by a bush pilot on a gravel runway in middle of the Alaska wilderness. No roads, no houses, no cars, no people—only a winding brown slough and tundra spread flat as prairie. She had come not for adventure but to live, an isolating but evocative experience that has inspired much of her work, including her books about writing.
Between her mountain home and a glacier-based cabin, she continues to enjoy Alaska’s wild places.
Don’t tell…but Vanasse was raised in a mental institute.
Author Deb Vanassee at Denali
Her family lived on the grounds of the state mental institution where her dad worked. The staff consisted mostly of foreign doctors, so she grew up with children from around the world, always in the shadow of the sprawling hospital and patients who walked the grounds, each more or less in his own little world. Deb lived in her own little world much of the time too. Her favorite hangout was a shed attached to her family’s barracks-style cement block house, where she’d spend hours reading and imagining story worlds.
We asked & our authors answered…
Deb has been known to…buy way more books than she’ll ever read
Things Deb likes…chocolate, good books, an occasional movie, a good hot shower after a few days of camping, warm flannel sheets, wide open spaces, soft falling snow, her friends
She’ll never get caught…skydiving; she so doesn’t like heights
A favorite/line expression and where it’s from: “There’s a crack in everything; that’s how the light gets in.” Leonard Cohen
Alaskans she most admires: Peggy Shumaker, Elizabeth Peratrovich, DeeDee Jonrowe
Favorite Alaska places: Matanuska Glacier, Kennicott Mine, the Pribilofs
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At age twenty-one, Deb Vanasse was dropped by a bush pilot on a gravel runway in middle of the Alaska wilderness. No roads, no houses, no cars, no people—only a winding brown slough and tundra spread flat as prairie. She had come not for adventure but to live, an isolating but evocative experience that inspires much of her work.
Vanasse’s heartfelt prose and Nancy Slagle’s charming illustrations will delight Romeo’s many fans and capture the hearts of readers new to the story. Black Wolf of the Glacier beautifully captures the soul of Romeo’s story and celebrates the bonds we still form with our wild world.
The next day when the sun slid toward the mountains, the wolf padded through the snow to the trail. At the swoosh of skis and the flash of red and the dog’s swishing tail, he lifted his nose and howled.
Shawna steadied her hand on Buddy’s back. “Easy,” she said.
Buddy ducked from under her hand. He charged at the wolf. Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Buddy barked.
The wolf sprang from the trees.
“No!” cried Shawna.
The wolf circled, so close his frozen breath met Buddy’s. He spread his front paws and lowered his head. Ruff! Ruff!