She accepted it from then on. Books liked her. Books wanted to look after her.

There was a mood of magic and frenzy to the room. Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails. And then there was the smell-the smell of hope, the kind of smell that brought people home.

Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.

Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.

My writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then I sit down to write, and things change.

It was the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. It was as sweet as sugar. And it was warm, as warm as pie. The whole world opened up and I fell inside. I don't know where I was, but I didn't care. I didn't care because the only person who mattered was there with me.

Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.