He was not as soft as when I'd first met him, not as young, but the angles of his face, his quick gestures, the way he sucked in his lower lip to think before going on - I was in love with all of it.

It's for personal reasons," I say stiffly, which is what my mother had always told me to say about things that had to do with fighting with your brothers, getting any sort of illness that had intestinal ramifications, starting your period, and money.

Who need to read about real life when there's dragons. Come on!

There's no such thing as a good book or a bad book. There's a book that matters to a reader.

We don't have time to be sad

So here's my theory, and this is such crap science, I don't have to tell you. It's science without microscopes, blood tests, or reality.

He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right here: heart thudding, pollen sticky on his fingertips, July pricking sweat at his breastbone, the smell of gasoline and someone else's charcoal grill.