You just looked..." she said, searching for the word, "taken, you know? Plus you hardly reacted to Wes. I mean, you did alittle, but nothing like most girls. It was a little swoon. Not a sa-woon, you know?" I said, "Sa-woon? Oh, come on," she said shaking her head. "Even a blind girl could tell he is amazing.

Right now, though, I wanted not to think forward or backward, but only to lose myself in the words.

I think I'm too lazy a writer to do something like historical fiction. You have to do so much research. I just write what I know.

I hated high school. I was not the greatest student, participated in no activities, and spent most of my time hanging out in my parking lot.

There has to be a middle. Without it, nothing can ever truly be whole. Because it is not just the space between, but also what holds everything together.

Life isn't fair," Owen told her. "Get used to it.

But there was something I liked about the idea of those seeds buried so deep having at least a chance to emerge