She Still Felt Like A Punked-out, Faux-leather-wearing,

For Me, Writing For Younger Audiences And Writing For Adults Uses Two Different Halves Of My Brain.

Aria: I Went To Hollis. Because I Was Looking For...you Know. Her. She Was Teaching An Art Class, So I Ran Inside, Grabbed A Paintbrush, And Painted A Scarlet A Across Her Chest. You Know, Like That Woman In The Scarlet Letter? It Was Awesome. She Didn't Know What Hit Her. And Then I Said, 'now Everyone Will Know What You've Done'. Ella: Do You Realize That Hester Prynne Is Supposed To Be A Sympathetic Character?

Sometimes, A Family Is Like An Ear Of Summer Corn: It Might Look Perfect On The Outside, But When You Peel The Husk Away. Every Kernel Is Rotten.

Here You Go, Dear."" The Corners Of Mrs. Colbert's Mouth Curled Up. "you Like Meat, Don't You?" Emily Blinked. Was It Her, Or Did That Statement Seem...loaded? She Checked Issac For His Reaction, But He Was Innocently Selecting A Roll From A Wicker Basket. "uh, Thanks." Emily Said, Pulling The Platter Toward Her. She Did Like Meat. The Kind You, Um, Eat.

I Understood We Used To Be Close. But They Were Like Books I'd Read Two Summer Ago; I Knew I'd Liked Them, But I Couldn't Tell You Now What They'd Been About.