I remember [in teenage years] thinking there were a lot of check boxes out there to sort teens into appropriate molds, and they didn't seem to make check boxes for whatever it was that I had grown up into. I definitely explore that a lot in my novels.

I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren't the same thing.

I'm sorry no one saved you.

Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back.

Ronan didn't need physics. He could intimidate even a piece of plywood into doing what he wanted.

Boys,' she says, 'just aren't very good at being afraid.

She attempted to turn again; I held on. I wasn't holding tight enough to keep her, but she wasn't pulling hard enough to get away.