Though I imagine in your case, trying not to fall just made you fall harder.

One of the biggest motivations for me with writing my books is to offer girls some escapism, especially girls who really need it, like I did.

I can't kill someone!" "You hit your brother in the head with a fire extinguisher." "But that was family! And I didn't kill him.

I didn't even think about suggesting he take the boots off. There'd probably be a apocalypse or something.

Don't cry." "How can I not?" I asked him. "You just said you loved me." "Well, why else did you think all of this was happening?" He set the book aside to wrap his arms around me. "The Furies wouldn't be trying to kill you if I didn't love you." "I didn't know," I said. Tears were trickling down my cheeks, but I did nothing to try to stop them. His shirt was absorving most of them. "You never said anything about it. Every time I saw you, you just acted so... wild." "How was I supposed to act?" he asked. "You kept doing things like throwing tea in my face.

Always be true to your friends, just as you are to yourself.

Meg Cabot is the best author ever