International dragons


Yesterday my mail deliverer kindly placed a package on my back deck. Inside: my first-time-ever translation of a book of mine.

It’s not in one of the romance languages. Or ancient Greek. I could maybe sort of read one of those. No, it’s a language that seems more fantastical because the letters are not any I can recognize. And the book is read from back to front. Perfect! If dragons could read, I think they would read this same way.

So here is the Hebrew translation of Goodnight, Dragons. I believe the publishers renamed their translation title as Every Dragon Needs a Hug. (Although I can’t confirm that by looking at it.) By the way, this might be a quirky gift to give for a bar or bat mitzvah.

New kid in town.

New kid in town.


About Judith L. Roth

When I was about ten, it occurred to me that books are written by people and I was a person. I could create my favorite things–I could write books! I got a B.A. in English. My first poem was accepted for publication before I graduated. I had some success with poetry, but my real dream was to write fiction for children. My first fiction piece was accepted about 25 years after the first submission. Things you might want to know about me: I know how to persevere. I’m a third-generation California native, living in Indiana. I have two remarkable sons who are now young men,and a husband who’s supported my writing for over three decades. I love cats and currently have three of them. I love being near water–oceans, lakes, rivers all work for me. Chocolate is probably my biggest downfall. I’m exceptionally curious. (Or nosy, as my family calls it.)

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