The humiliation that Jane had felt turned to something else--grief perhaps, or regret. Regret that she had not known how to act with a boy, regret that she had not been wiser.
She means well, but she always manages to do the wrong thing. She has a real talent for it.
Oh well, thought Jane, that's how men are. He's probably taking it for granted. She found it very pleasant to be taken for granted by Stan
If they had been riding in a car, she would have waited for him to go around and open the door for her, but riding in a truck is different
Halfway to the house Stan stopped and turned to Jane. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her toward him."I'm glad we're going steady," he whispered."So am I."In spite of the reassuring weight...
I know this is probably sort of sudden. The boy hesitated. But I was wodnering if you would care to go to the movies with me tomorrow night.
Halfway to the house Stan stopped and turned to Jane. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her toward him.I'm glad we're going steady, he whispered.So am I.
She was surprised to feel his hand on her arm and still more surprised-almost unbelieving-to see his fingers unclasp his identification bracelet and remove it from his arm. Silently he fumbled with th...
He would be atleast sixteen-old enough to have a driver's licence- and he would have crinkles around his eyes that showed he had a sense of humor and he would be tall, the kind of boy all the other gi...
I write in longhand on yellow legal pads.
Tiddlywinks, tiddlywinks, I want to play tiddlywinks, chanted Ramona, shaking her head back and forth.
One day after school Henry Huggins, who lived
The front, brushed her teeth, and went to bed
That girl has been bad again, Ramona heard the four-year-old next door say to her little sister.
I don't necessarily start with the beginning of the book. I just start with the part of the story that's most vivid in my imagination and work forward and backward from there.
Never mind the danger, never mind what his mother thought. This was living. This was what he wanted to do. On and on and on.
Don’t eat so noisily. My grandmother used to say, ‘A smack at the table is worth a smack on the bottom.
Love isn’t like a cup of sugar that gets used up,
And the muscles of his scrawny arms Are strong as rubber bands.
At first guests were amused by