Every girl pretends she is a princess at one point, no matter how little her life is like that.

True love would look a second time. True love would not be thwarted. True love would not accept no for an answer. He would search the world and certainly look again and again in every cottage in Euphrasia until he finds you.

Maybe you actually do need to face obstacles with someone to know that they're the one you'd sacrifice for.

A boy admiring a pretty girl. A rare thing to be certain. But love-true love-is something else.

I write contemporary fiction, and that is what my readers want to read.

Each of my books took roughly one and a half years to write. Some may have taken a shorter time to write the draft and a longer time to revise, while others were the opposite.

I wrote poetry, journals, and, especially, plays for the neighborhood kids to perform. I had an ordinary, happy childhood. Nothing much was going on, but I had fun.