* Lois Lowry (born Lois Ann Hammersburg[2] on March 20, 1937) is an author of children's literature who has been awarded the Newbery Medal twice: first for Number the Stars in 1990, and again in 1994 for The Giver, a widely-known and controversial work.(À§Å°Çǵð¾Æ Ãâó Áß)
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My children grew up in Maine. So did I. I returned to college at the University of Southern Maine, got my degree, went to graduate school, and finally began to write professionally, the thing I had dreamed of doing since those childhood years when I had endlessly scribbled stories and poems in notebooks. ¾ÆÀ̵éÀº ¸ÞÀÎÁÖ¿¡¼ ¼ºÀåÇß°í Àúµµ ±×·¨ÁÒ. ³²ºÎ¸ÞÀο¡ ÀÖ´Â ´ëÇп¡ ´Ù½Ã µé¾î°¡ ÇÐÀ§¸¦ µû°í ´ëÇпø¿¡ ÁøÇÐÇß°í ¸¶Ä§³» Àü¹®ÀûÀ¸·Î ±ÛÀ» ¾²±â ½ÃÀÛÇ߳׿ä. ¾î·ÈÀ» ¶§ °øÃ¥¿¡ ½Ã³ª À̾߱⸦ ²÷ÀÓ¾øÀÌ ²ôÀû¿´´ø ¶§ºÎÅÍ ¾ðÁ¦°¡ ²Þ²ã¿Ô´ø ±Û¾²±â¸¦¿ä.
After my marriage ended in 1977, when I was forty, I settled into the life I have lived ever since. Today I am back in Cambridge, Massachusetts, living and writing in a house dominated by a very shaggy Tibetan Terrier named Bandit. For a change of scenery Martin and I spend time in Maine, where we have an old (it was built in 1768!) farmhouse on top of a hill. In Maine I garden, feed birds, entertain friends, and read..
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My books have varied in content and style. Yet it seems that all of them deal, essentially, with the same general theme: the importance of human connections. A Summer to Die, my first book, was a highly fictionalized retelling of the early death of my sister, and of the effect of such a loss on a family. Number the Stars, set in a different culture and era, tells the same story: that of the role that we humans play in the lives of our fellow beings.
The Giver - and Gathering Blue, and the newest in the trilogy: Messenger - take place against the background of very different cultures and times. Though all three are broader in scope than my earlier books, they nonetheless speak to the same concern: the vital need of people to be aware of their interdependence, not only with each other, but with the world and its environment.
My older son was a fighter pilot in the United States Air Force. His death in the cockpit of a warplane tore away a p***e of my world. But it left me, too, with a wish to honor him by joining the many others trying to find a way to end conflict on this very fragile earth.
I am a grandmother now. For my own grandchildren - and for all those of their generation - I try, through writing, to convey my passionate awareness that we live intertwined on this planet and that our future depends upon our caring more, and doing more, for one another.