Kids who don't eavesdrop on adult conversations are doomed to a childhood of ignorance.

Storytelling is my passion, and it rises from a love of reading.

Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse.

Jeremy had a plan for getting Clay back and I wasn't allowed to know anything about it or allowed to help him carry it out. As one might expect, I accepted this news with grace and understanding. "That is the stupidest idea I've ever heard!" I snarled for the dozenth time that hour. "I won't just sit here and do nothing.

Uh-uh" Clay drawled above me, "Elena's played with you long enough, Its my turn

I don’t care if I get one at all. Just as long as I keep getting anniversaries.

Was it a camp?" Daniel asked. Sean nodded. "A naturist camp." "Maya will feel right at home", Corey said from his spot on a wooden lawn chair. Daniel sputtered a laugh and Sean tried to hide his. "Naturist, not naturalist," I said. "It means nudist." Corey leaped up and spun. "You mean old, naked butts sat on those chairs?