God, I am freaking out. Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe I just look guilty of something and he’s picking up on that.

Hannah wasn't my first kiss, but the first kiss that mattered: the first kiss with someone who mattered. (pg 222).

In the end....everything matters.

I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

It's nothing. A school project. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project.

Every reader is different. There's no book that's inappropriate for every person, but there are people who cannot handle everything.

How in the world was I alone? Because I wanted to be. That's all I can say. It's all that makes sense to me.