Author Archives: Kristan Higgins

Last week, I finished my twenty-second novel. This one was a tough one to write for good and bad reasons. On the happy front, I was busy planning the Princess’s wedding, which was worth every second I spent on it, … Continue reading →

Oh, sure, I love the great outdoors as much as anyone! As long as I can go back to a comfy room with hot water and plumbing and a mattress, that is. Maybe I’m scarred by my childhood memories of … Continue reading →

As you may know, I’ve been alone quite a bit this summer, working away. I love solitude.  I always have. As a kid, I’d hide in the cellar and read. When I babysat, I loved that magical hour when the … Continue reading →

PACK UP THE MOON, my latest book, is set in Providence, Rhode Island, a small city with a lot going on. It’s home to eight colleges—Lauren and Josh both go to the Rhode Island School of Design (where the coolest … Continue reading →

There are often details that jerk me right out of an otherwise satisfactory movie or television experience. Sweet Tooth, a post-apocalyptic show on Netflix, for example. I had no issue with the idea that there was a virus that wiped … Continue reading →

In PACK UP THE MOON, Lauren is a self-described daddy’s girl. When her dad dies during Lauren’s sophomore year of college, she’s understandably wrecked. But being herself, she tries to make the best of it, to learn from her dear … Continue reading →

Flannery is beaming! She is perfection. Look at that smile! Aw. Mike is teary-eyed. Good. What beautiful vows! They’re both so eloquent. I’m so happy! Look at them! They love each other so much! Look at his sisters. How lucky … Continue reading →

One of the things that might not be immediately obvious about PACK UP THE MOON is that it’s a book about marriage, and how to do it right. Josh and Lauren are happily married in the kind of easy, uncomplicated … Continue reading →

  I have two sisters: Hilary, who is 15 months younger than I am and was a grade behind me in school. We were treated as near-twins by our parents…same bedtime, matching clothes quite often. We were addressed as “the … Continue reading →