To live is to love, to love is to live.

Sitting in my favorite coffeehouse with a new notebook and a hot cup of java is my idea of Heaven.

Forget your pain. It was what I said when I took Father's hand in the drawing room yesterday, what I repeated again tonight. But I didn't mean this. I must be careful. Yet what bothers me isn't the power of the magic or how, to a person, they've all accepted it as truth. No, what unsettles me the most is how much I want to believe it too.

My dad was a Presbyterian minister. Yes, I am one of those dreaded P.K.s - Preachers Kids. Be afraid.

The trouble with morning is that it comes well before noon.

They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.

The best day of my life happened when I was five and almost died at Disney World. I'm sixteen now, so you can imagine that's left me with quite a few days of major suckage.