He was the strangest of strangers in that he was also her oldest friend.

It's always nervewracking to put yourself out there. But it's the root of joy.

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

She wasn't as destructive as Bee. She had never been as dramatic. Rather, she'd slipped carefully, stealthily away from her ghosts.

There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was the moment she would dwell on.

She liked the life she had. She loved habits. She craved a day with nothing in it, a long, quiet stretch of hours in the studio.

All my life, everybody has seen me a certain way. What do you see?