My goal is to teach readers how to treat and respect themselves and each other in an entertaining way. I do that in all of my books.

Claire, did I invite you to my BBQ?" "No." "Then why are you up in my grill?

Are you nervous about no longer being a big fish in a small pond?

This is our big chance to see what people think of us. The real us. We have to show em there's nothing to be afraid of. If we don't get over our fears, they never will.

Because whipping an atlas at Jackson's head while he was flirt-touching that Frankie girl in geography would have been very satisfying. And beating him with the Eiffel Tower snowglobe while he kissed Cleo in French would have been tres cathartic. But she hadn't. Instead she'd been egg-like: a hard shell on the outside, and a runny mess on the inside.

I was a terrible athlete and a pretty bad student. I couldn't focus. My imagination was always racing.

You must be poor. why? cuz ur not making any cents!