That's the thing about the internet. It's really good at giving you pointless facts like how many horses a star owns, but not important things like how to invade his trailer.

New York is a nice place." "If you like concrete, crowds, and that claustrophobic, closed-in feeling.

That's the magic of books. They're never quite the same for any two people. When you read one, you automatically make it your own.

The next level. As though dating were a computer game.

I can't believe you just did that! Are you crazy?" I gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Why do people keep asking me that?" He turned to stare at me, his eyes worried. "Who else keeps asking you that? Are any of them doctors?

Well you can't believe everything you read. After all, by definition, fiction writers lie for a living.

You need to be more careful, or you could hurt yourself." Right. Thank you, Mrs. Detweiler. I never would have come to that conclusion by myself. I was planning on incorporating a backflip into my next walk across the classroom but on second thought.