A journalist finds out things by asking questions of people who know.

There is nothing to talk about" she said. "I'm just a freak that's all.

As a girl, she was a legal prey, especially if she was dressed in a worn black leather jacket and had pierced eyebrows, tattoos, and zero social status.

What she had realised was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.

I abhor crime novels in which the main character can behave however he or she pleases, or do things that normal people do not do, without those actions having social consequences.

Normally seven minutes of another person's company was enough to give her a headache so she set things up to live as a recluse. She was perfectly content as long as people left her in peace. Unfortunately society was not very smart or understanding.

But if you want to win, you're going to have to fight.