In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.
Laurie Halse AndersonShe looks like a china doll, observed Grandfather as we departed. I will break just as easily, I muttered.
Laurie Halse AndersonIt made me strong.I took a step back, near my whole self in the mirror.I pushed back my shoulders and raised my chin, my back straight as an arrow.
Laurie Halse AndersonThis girl shivers and crawls under the covers with all her clothes on and falls into an overdue library book, a faerie story with rats and marrow and burning curses. The sentences build a fence around her, a Times Roman 10-point barricade, to keep the thorny voices in her head from getting too close.
Laurie Halse Anderson