...I can’t stop squirming. If fidgets were Wikipedia edits, I would have completely revamped the entry on guilt by now, and translated it into five new languages.

If this sounds impressive to you, you’re over thirty.

I loved The Chronicles of Narnia. I loved The Chronicles of Prydain. Basically, 'Chronicles of' - I was in!

Kat bought a New York Times but couldn’t figure out how to operate it, so now she’s fiddling with her phone.

(about Kindles) I have one and I use it most nights. I always imagine the books staring and whispering, Traitor!

The thinnest tendrils of dawn are creeping in from the east. People in New York are softly starting to tweet.

Imagination runs out. But it makes sense, right? We probably just imagine things based on what we already know, and we run out of analogies in the thirty-first century.