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.

Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.

When you know something’s wrong, but you don’t know exactly what it is, the air around you changes.

Being left makes you doubt your ability to keep people, even friends.

I think of the future all the time. All my life I've chased dreams of what could be. For the first time in my life, I've actually caught one. I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.

Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.

I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.