But will he come I just want to know what you think the odds are. Tell me what you really think." "I… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
What can I say? I'm obsessed. And as we all know obsessed girls can't be held responsible for our actions. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
As much as I'm drawn to writing about teenage girls, I like the idea of having the freedom to branch out and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
If you didn't have a choice, you had to make a choice. If you didn't have options, you made some. You couldn't… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
During intermission she peeked out at the theater, watching it refill. When it was almost full and the lights blinked on and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Show me a girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground and I'll show you a girl who can't put her… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
The rules took a while to sort out. Lena and Carmen wanted to focus on friendship-type rules, stuff about keeping in touch… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Because the truth wouldn't be comforting and wouldn't bring them closer again.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“¿Iban a sumirla en la tristeza antes de hacerla feliz? No, por favor.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“When she made her way to the big picture window that framed the dining room table she froze. She stopped breathing. The anger was… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Lena remembered herself in all the old familiar things they said. She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“but it was hard to give the real world much notice when he was this close.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“You don't have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful piece of advice I can offer. If you don't have… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Gestating characters feels something like the mental equivalent of gestating a baby. In both cases, to create them you lose yourself. Or at least… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
