Oh no! Don't drag us away from Antartica and take us to the playground of the rich and famous! Not that briar patch! -Max

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.

She didn't flirt with him, but they hung out together a lot, and every time I saw their heads bent over a computer screen or map, it made my stomach clench. And my teeth. And my fists.

I grew up in a house full of women: my mother, grandmother, three sisters, and two female cats. And I still have the buzz of their conversations in my head. As an adult, I have more female friends than male ones: I just love the way that women talk.

It's our job - as parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles - to find books our kids are going to like.

No one looks like Fang-dark and still and dangerous, like he's daring you to set him off. But I'd seen him rocking Angel when she'd hurt herself; I'd seen him smile in his sleep; I'd seen the deep, darkl ight in his eyes as he leaned over me... ~Max; "Max"; page 24

Cats are like Baptists. You know they raise hell, but you can never catch them at it.