I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.

Warm Bodies ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written.

Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

God has made us study partner. We need to talk about our project.

She hugs me. It's tentative at first, a little scared, and yes, a little repulsed, but then she melts into it. She rests her head against my cold neck and embraces me. Unable to believer what's happening, I put my arm around her and just hold her. I almost swear I can feel my heart thumping. But it must just be hers, pressed tightly against my chest.

It's rare that I read more than two or three books by any one author, usually only one.