In midair, dangling lost above the world.

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.

Obviously it won't all run smoothly. But it's important to awknowledge that while we may make mistakes, in the long run, we may also learn fromt them.

If you were dead," Owen told her, "you'd have bigger problems than what you were wearing.

My first signing was at my hometown independent bookstore and everyone in the world came. It was so nice. My family was there, my parents, everybody I worked with, all my friends. So I had this great first reading with a like hundred people there.

But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

One open, one closed. It was no wonder that the first image that came to mind when I thought of either of my sisters was a door. With Kirsten, it was the front one to our house, through which she was always coming in or out, usually in mid-sentence, a gaggle of friends trailing behind her. Whitney’s was the one to her bedroom, which she preferred to keep shut between her and the rest of us, always.