I whirled around and saw no one. No psychotic mad scientists, anyway. "Jackpot, Max! Jackpot!" It was was Fang, and he was giggling hysterically. For those of you just joining us, Fang doesn't giggle. Especially hysterically. So for a second, this seemed like one of the weirder dreams of recent days.

The best way to get kids reading more is to give them books that they'll gobble up - and that will make them ask for another.

Just for fun I flew in huge banking arcs, taking deep breaths, enjoying the feel of my newly weightless hair. The stylist had called it “wind tossed.” If only she knew.

I was crazily, deeply, incredibly, joyously, terrifiedly in love.

I hung my head, and I felt someone, Fang, gather me gently to him. My cheek rested on his shoulder, and my silent tears soaked his torn shirt.He felt warm and strong and heartbreakingly familiar. And at that moment, not a single thing in my life was certain, strong, or whole. Nothing. Least of all Fang.

Iggy. This is not a democracy," I said,(...)"It's a Maxocracy.

It was the building from the drawing in my brain. And if you don’t think that’s a weird sentence, maybe you should reread it.