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Gregory Kemp Interview Part 2

First-time YA author Gregory Kemp tells Kidzworld how his adventurous, heartwarming novel, The Legends of Vinny Whiskers, came to be. Check out part 2 of our interview! 

Bookmonster: Do you plan to write more novels in the future? Will you write a sequel to The Legend of Vinny Whiskers?

  • Gregory Kemp: I’m working on my second novel right now. It’s a character driven sci-fi novel targeted at young adults. As far as sequels to The Legend of Vinny Whiskers, if someone were to preorder, say, a few thousand copies, I’d gladly write a sequel. Truthfully, I’d love to know what readers expect in a sequel. That might help kick-start me.

Bookmonster: Where can kids purchase a copy of your book?

  • Gregory Kemp: The Legend of Vinny Whiskers is available at most online bookstores and most local bookstores will order it for you on request.

Bookmonster: What advice can you give to kids who want to become published authors?

  • Gregory Kemp: Write as much as you can, read, pay attention in English class. If you can, join WEbook.com. You need to be 13 or over to be a member but it’s a great place to learn.

If you want your very own copy of The Legends of Vinny Whiskers by Gregory Kemp, then head to one of the online retailers listed above. Once you’ve read his amazing story, you’ll be sure to want more. 

Page 1 of our Interview with Gregory Kemp

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