There is absolutely nothing wrong with returning to the house you grew up in every now and again. It's good for the soul.

She needed to talk, she needed to cry, she needed to vent all her frustrations and disappointments.

She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it's what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted.

Close your eyes and stare into the dark.

Her best friend was gone and nobody understood that no amount of makeup, fresh air or shopping was going to fill the hole in her heart.

Love was one of those feelings that you could never control.

I always want my books to reach a positive point in the end.