No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart

What should I say? That I like him so much it hurts?

Oh, but I like my geese. Like cats, they can't be told what to do, and like dogs, they're loyal, and like people, they talk every chance they get.

If you're listening Big Brother, I refuse to be Fanny Price.

Throwing herself into learning helped Miri ignore the painful chill of solitude around her.

She put a wedge beside my heart And then she brought the mallet down She sang no song to guide her work I lost my heart without a sound

Personally, I believe “Young Adult” to be an arbitrary title that means the book "Can be enjoyed by anyone/Has a main character who’s not quite an adult/Isn’t really boring.