Every life I start with her, my original sin. I know myself through her.

Developing characters is a strange thing. In the beginning they are abstract and I wonder how to move on from there.

Sometimes it is a relief to be invisible

She had never had a boy talk to her like that. There was no cover of bullshit, no flirtation, no added charm, but his look was searing. He was different from anyone she had known.

So far, she’d been her usual lame self: solitary and routine-loving, carefully avoiding any path that might lead to spontaneous human interaction. Lena Kaligaris

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

How many times could you give up on someone you loved?