Francesca Zappia
Francesca Zappia
Full Name and Common Aliases
Francesca Zappia is a renowned American author known for her critically acclaimed young adult novels.
Birth and Death Dates
Born on September 6, 1988, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. As of this writing, there is no public record of Francesca's passing.
Nationality and Profession(s)
Zappia holds American nationality and is a full-time author, primarily working in the young adult fiction genre.
Early Life and Background
Growing up in a family that fostered a love for literature, Zappia developed an early interest in writing. Her parents encouraged her creative pursuits, even enrolling her in writing workshops when she was just eight years old. This foundation laid the groundwork for her future career as an author.
Zappia's personal experiences and relationships have significantly influenced her writing style and subject matter. She has often spoken about drawing from her own life to create authentic characters and storylines.
Major Accomplishments
Francesca Zappia's breakthrough novel, _Eliza and Her Monsters_, was published in 2017 to widespread acclaim. The book received numerous awards and nominations, including the National Book Award Longlist for Young People's Literature.
In addition to her writing achievements, Zappia has been a vocal advocate for mental health awareness, using her platform to discuss topics like anxiety and depression. Her commitment to promoting empathy and understanding has resonated with readers worldwide.
Notable Works or Actions
Some of Francesca Zappia's notable works include:
_Eliza and Her Monsters_ (2017)
_From the Desk of Zoe Washington_ (2021)
Through her writing, Zappia explores complex themes such as identity, relationships, and personal growth. Her characters often grapple with difficult emotions and situations, making her stories relatable and engaging for readers.
Impact and Legacy
Francesca Zappia's impact on the literary world cannot be overstated. Her contributions to young adult fiction have paved the way for more diverse voices in the genre.
Zappia's influence extends beyond her writing. She has inspired countless readers to share their own stories and struggles, creating a ripple effect of empathy and understanding.
Quotes by Francesca Zappia
Francesca Zappia's insights on:
Good exercise,' aka the actual worst phrase in the English language next to 'wake up' and 'all the eggs are gone.
rainmaker: Weird, I didn’t know you had such a thing for timid guys.MirkerLurker: Really does it for me when a guy is paralyzed with fear on a regular basis.rainmaker: Aw. Sad.MirkerLurker: What’s sad?rainmaker: That it would never work between us. I’m too courageous.
Six: everyone - and when I say everyone, I mean absolutely, positively everyone, from the librarians to the students to the staff to the oldest, cruiser janitor - was piss-down-their-legs scared of Miles Richter. Of all the crazy things I heard about East Shoal, that was the only thing I couldn't believe.
Do you ever write your own stuff?" I ask. "Instead of fanfiction?""Sometimes," he says, "But I don't think it's as good as my fanfiction. It's easier with fanfiction. Fanfiction is just playing with someone else's characters and settings and themes. I don't worry if it's any good because it's fun. But when I try to write something of my own, it's just...constant worry. It never seems good enough.
You know a school is run by stuck-up sons of bitches when it doesn't even have a bike rack.
Yeah. I told you he was crazy, right? I heard he does some weird stuff at home, too.' He said it with a conspiratorial stage whisper. 'Like mowing his lawn, and trimming his peonies.''Peonies?' I balked. 'God, he really is a freak.
Are you French?' I asked instead.'Oui!'Foreign. Foreign spy. French Communist Party acted on Stalin's instructions during part of World War II. French Communist spy.Stop it stop it stop itI turned to Art, a black kid who was a foot and a half taller than me and whose pecs were about to burst of his shirt and eat someone. I gave him a two on the delusion detector. I didn't trust those pecs.'Hi,' he rumbled.I waved weakly.
My parents didn't grow up here or anything. They chose to live in this nowhere town. Why? Because it was named after Hannibal of Carthage. Their basic train of thought was this: Hannibal's Rest? And we're naming our child after Alexander the Great? MARVELOUS. Ah, the history, it tickles.Sometimes I wanted to beat my parents over the head with a frying pan.