I'm a century old, an impossible age, and my brain has no anchor in the present. Instead it drifts, nearly always to the same shore. Today, as most days, it is 1962. The year I discovered love.
Meg RosoffOsbert was the only one who didn't seem suspicious. He was so interested in the Decline of Western Civilization that he missed the version of it taking place under his nose.
Meg RosoffThings Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.
Meg Rosoff