It was one thing to sacrifice your own life for someone else's. It was another thing entirely to bring into the mix a third party - a third party who knew you, who trusted you implicitly.

true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

I think you can love a person too much. You put someone up on a pedestal, and all of a sudden, from that perspective, you notice what's wrong - a hair out of place, a run in a stocking, a broken bone. You spend all your time and energy making it right, and all the while, you are falling apart yourself. You don't even realize what you look like, how far you've deteriorated, because you only have eyes for someone else.

And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.

Who I am, and what I am capable of doing has always managed to surprise me.

I write adult fiction, but a good 40 to 50 per cent of my readers are teenagers. I love that if they have to grow up and move past JK Rowling they can move to me. From Jo to Jodi!