Pretend and it will be true.

Like Cammie is fine," Macey said, then glanced at me. "No offense." "None taken," I said. "I think.

But Hale wasn't just a member of her crew who had messed up. He was Hale. Her Hale. And Kat just wanted him back.

First time it's a stranger. Second time its just a coincidence. Third time it's a tail

Even though Cammie is fluent in fourteen languages and capable of killing a man seven different ways with her bare hands, she has no idea what to do when she meets an ordinary boy who thinks she's an ordinary girl.

We wear a lot of labels in our lives, and it's so very easy to be defined by them. We have grown somehow accustomed to thinking of ourselves as a size eight or a size fourteen, as a capricorn or a taurus, as single or in love.

Of course, the downside of attending a fictional school is that our lacrosse team sucks.