If you want to write, find your splinter. Find the thing that pierces you and won't let you go. — Megan McDonald Copy Share Image
“This is it,” said Dad. “Grace Brewster Murray Hopper Hall.” They wound their way upstairs and down long hallways to a door that said MATH LAB. “Here we are!” said Dad. A girl with green eyes and a messy ponytail greeted them. “You must be the Moodys.” “I’m Richard Moody, and this is my daughter, Judy,” said Dad. “Hi, I’m… — Megan McDonald Copy Share
“Webster (the friend, not the dictionary). He wrote a letter to his other best friend, Elizabeth, who liked to be called Sophie of the… — Megan McDonald Copy Share Image
“Ow.” Pulling out the Magic 8 Ball, Judy asked a question, shaking it hard: “Dear Magic 8 Ball: Could this summer get any worse?”… — Megan McDonald Copy Share Image
“The Toad Pee Club had taken one small step for toadkind and one giant leapfrog for humankind.” — Megan McDonald Copy Share Image
“Knife, Fork, Spoon. Rock, Paper, Scissors. It’s the Rule of Three.” — Megan McDonald Copy Share Image
If you want to write, find your splinter. Find the thing that pierces you and won't let you go. — Megan McDonald Copy Share Image
If you listen to your own voice, unknown friends will come and seek you. — Megan McDonald Copy Share Image
