First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.

He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.

Girls like us, when we love, it takes everything we have.

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

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.

Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.