Johnny almost grinned as he nodded. "Tuff enough," he managed, and by the way his eyes were glowing, I figured Southern gentlemen had nothing on Johnny Cade.

They shouldn't hate each other . . . I don't hate the Socs any more . . . they shouldn't hate . . .

They grew up on the outside of society. They weren't looking for a fight. They were looking to belong.

I was desperate for something to read that dealt realistically with teenage life, and I thought others might be, too.

My mother was physically and emotionally abusive. My father was an extremely cold man.

the person in this picture is really me.

If you have two friends in your lifetime, you're lucky. If you have one good friend, you're more than lucky