Rachel Shukert is the bestselling author of Everything Is Going To Be Great and Have You No Shame? Her other writing is all over the place in publications too numerous to list, but you can find them on the Internet. She is currently at work on Starstruck, a young adult series set in 1930s Hollywood, which is forthcoming from Delacorte. She does all of this from a cave-like apartment in the East Village, where she lives with her husband and her cat and a teddy bear dressed like Joan Crawford, who is named Joan Pawford.

Age: 30

Twitter: @RachelShukert

What I Do, Job-wise: Sit in my office at home, alternating between writing and playing inane word games on Facebook.

What I Do, Fun-wise: The same thing, except I am drunk.

My Motto: I’m not really a motto person. The closest I can get is by saying that I have regretted it pretty much every time I’ve bought really cheap shoes.

My Anti-Motto: “Live every day like it’s your last.” If we did that, nobody would ever clean the house or go to the grocery store. Chaos.

The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: Gene Kelly.

My “celebs to make out with” list: Alec Baldwin, Jon Hamm, Clive Owen. I have what one might call a “type.” It involves chest hair and authoritative ordering in restaurants. It is not particularly imaginative, sexwise.

The Most Played Song On My iTunes: According to my iTunes, the correct answer is “Quando Quando Quando” by Engelbert Humperdinck. It looks a little something like this.

Movie That I Watch When I Have My Period: Troop Beverly Hills.

Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: I just re-read 1984 by George Orwell. Also Every Man Dies Alone by Hans Fallada, about a doomed German couple resisting the Nazis in Berlin during the war. Cheerful!

My Most Worn Item of Clothing: My giant Canada Goose down parka, which is the closest you can come to wearing a sleeping bag while upright. However, I am optimistic that this may change someday.

Beauty Products That I Hoard: skin stuff and liquid eyeliner. I have so many empty eyeliner things that I can’t make myself throw away, because I can’t remember which one is still good.

I smell like: Tocca “Cleopatra” and black licorice. And probably faintly of cigarettes, because I have not yet figured out a way to keep my husband from smoking in the house, short of cutting his hands off.

I Have Faked An Orgasm (Yes/No): No