Lena was an introvert. She knew she had trouble connecting with people. She always felt like her looks were fake bait, seeming to offer a bridge to people, which she couldn't easily cross.

But it was smell that carried memory.

I always interpret coincidences as little clues to our destiny

The distinction has blurred between young adult and adult books. Some of the teen books have become more sophisticated.

Blood may be thicker than water, but friendship is thicker than both.

Besides being asked why I write about young characters, I am often asked how I write about young characters. How do I throw myself across the chasm of full adulthood to relive that period? I guess I don’t, really. Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on the arc of your life.

Please believe him. Keep your heart open to him. He can make you happy. He has always loved you, and you once loved him with all your heart.