The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.

Perhaps the logical conclusion of everyone looking the same is everyone thinking the same.

High school wasn't a trial by fire or some ordeal that had to be survived. It was all a big joke. You just had to provide the laugh track.

The very idea of making shoes by hand boggled her mind.

We needed to become world-famous soon, while there was still that kind of world to be famous in.

Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "make me pretty.

Dare to ask, "Where is my novel too simple?"