But she'd wanted him there and there he was. A lamb ready for slaughter.

Back in my days as a children's book editor, my superiors caught on to the fact that teenagers were using the Internet to gossip about each other, and thought it might be nifty to develop a series of books about an anonymous high-school blogger who gossips about her classmates. The concept was passed on to me.

The girls show more skin these days, but I think, generally, they behave the same way as when I was growing up.

the only way to tolerate the thought of her mother sleeping with that man was to get drunk-very drunk.

oh my god, she couldn't help thinking. I have hairy legs and I'm going to die alone.

...don't act like I didn't for you. I did. Hard. And for a long time. So please, forgive me if now that we're over, I'm exhausted.

Recently my publicist asked me for a college photo, and I realize how chubby I looked. I know this sounds totally shallow, but my advice is don't fall prey to the freshmen fifteen!