The Screaming flashed me back to a time when mom and dad were still together if you could call miles apart together.
Ellen HopkinsTorch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear.
Ellen HopkinsI told her about the man, not my daddy, she said, He was only making you into a real girl. I didnโt understand. But I made myself believe her. I was a real girl now. But what was I before?
Ellen Hopkins