Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .

Misfits need a place to get away, too. All that trying to fit in is exhausting.

When you're a teenager, your friends are your life. When you grow up, friendships seem to get pushed further and further back, until it seems like a luxury, a frivolity, like a bubble bath.

My favorite books are the ones that make me smile for hours after reading them. I want that for my readers, for the sweetness to linger. Sort of like chocolate, but without the calories

How could someone with a life this full feel this empty?

all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?

Those silly girls had no idea what they were really celebrating. They had no idea what it took to bring Agatha and her friends together seventy-five years ago. The Women's Society Club had been about supporting one another, about banding together to protect one another because no one else would. But it had turned into an ugly beast, a means by which rich ladies would congratulate themselves by giving money to the poor. And Agatha had let it happen. All her life, it seemed, she was making up for things she let happen.