Your book is smart and beautiful. I want to have its sequels.
With everything so perfect, reality seemed somehow fragile, as if the slightest interruption could imperil her pretty future... all of it felt as tenuous as a soap bubble, shivering and empty.
What a waste, using her talents this way. Like a brain surgeon clubbing seals for a living.
Volger looked out across the glacier, his hands deep in his pockets. May I be frank?Alek laughed. Feel free to put aside your usual tact.I shall, Volger said. When your father decided to marry Sophie,...
Una franja en la que se mezclaban el naranja y el amarillo prendía fuego al cielo,espléndida e inesperada, tan espectacular como los fuegos artificiales, aunquecambiaba a un ritmo majestuoso y apenas...
This beauty would remain whether he was here to see it or not.
The night went on like this, a mix of serious talk, utter bullshit, self-promotion, and slumber-party giddiness.
Nature, at least, didn’t need an operation to be beautiful. It just was.
I stayed against the back wall, as far away as I could get. Not just to stay away from the Plague Lady but to be farther away from the weird old dolls that lined the shelves of her office. Real-lookin...
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.
Boys had something else...a sort of swagger about them.
Being pretty-minded is simply the natural state for most people. They to be vapid and lazy and vain . . . and selfish. It only takes a twist to lock in that part of their personalities.
Ah. So he's forgotten the most important rule of warfare.Which is...That nothing ever goes to plan.
Adulation is like rain. You can only get so wet.
Your first novel is like your first relationship. You won’t really understand the decisions you make until years later. She laughed. And you’ll probably screw up the ending.
Wow, came a familiar voice, Hypochondriac killed the cat. -Dess
The world rests upon a turtle, which itself stands on the back of an elephant!Alek tried not to laugh. Then what does the elephant stand on, madam?Don’t try to be clever, young man. She narrowed her e...
The word happy had started to sound wrong in Darcy’s head, like a random collection of Scrabble letters. What about
The stitches in my forehead itched, loud noises made me jump, and I’d been wearing the same socks for three days in a row. Everyone
The features that we take from our parents are the things that make us different. A big nose, thin lips, high forehead—all the things that the operation takes away.