Thank you for your honesty.

I know that I'll be writing for young adults for a long time. Mostly because I just love the readers and the teachers and librarians that I interact with.

Life damages us, every one. We can't escape that damage.

I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy.

He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight curve of my hips. I can't stop.

Leaving us with Eric is like hiring a babysitter who spends his time sharpening knives.

I started writing because I decided I was too old to play pretend in the backyard. Then I found that I could create those imaginary worlds on the page.