As much as I'm drawn to writing about teenage girls, I like the idea of having the freedom to branch out and write about different ages, for different ages.
Ann BrasharesWomen always seemed to bring the size they wished they were to the fitting room, rather than the size that would actually fit.
Ann BrasharesShe kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.
Ann BrasharesShe wasn’t sure if he wanted more from her or if he wanted less. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was always both.
Ann BrasharesThe most haunting thing was not that he didn't love her anymore. She could have accepted that eventually. The most haunting thing was that he did. He loved her from afar. He loved her in a way that was preserved in time, that couldn't be sullied. And she tended it in her careful, curatorial way.
Ann Brashares