My mom was there, in some form, in some sense, in some universe. My mom was still my mom, even if she only lived in books and door locks and the smell of fried tomatoes and old paper. She lived.
Kami GarciaIt was unbelievable. She was standing there, staring at him like he was a real rock star.
Kami GarciaI was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.
Kami Garcia