Maria Pericozzi

Once upon a time, in a land where the winters are filled with seven feet of white powder and smell like Cheerios on a warm summer day, a girl named Maria was born. When she first started to talk and write, she wrote little tiny books on computer paper folded in half. Since she finished her first work, she has worked hard to be the best she can be at her art. She has since then decided to dedicate her time to doing everything she can to achieve her dreams of being a journalist for the New York Times and writing a novel.