You believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me, think again.

Christmas is far and away my favorite holiday. I love everything about it, from the event that inspired it, hoping for a white one, to wrapping presents. But mostly I love having family and friends gathered, and sharing traditions.

Believe it or not, I sold my first novel, Crank, with only seventy-five pages complete. It was in verse then, and it was hard-hitting then.

It's just so hard to feel good, you know?

I am different. And I don't understand exactly how. And I don't understand just why.

The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge.

How could I share the way my heart was breaking when my confessor didn’t believe