“When you go to high school, and you're trying to figure yourself out, sometimes it takes doing things that you don't like… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
When a young reader tells you that they'd never finished a book outside of school until they read yours, or that they… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion. — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
It's as if once you hit high school, you're programmed, like a robot, to be an asshole to your parents. — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“I couldn't see beyond the walls of our apartment or the few miles between home and school. Every day was about getting… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
Ethan and I are done," I said finally. "I'm sorry." "He was my first boyfriend." "I know." "The only real boyfriend I've… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
My parents met in music school and my father was a music professor and conductor. Growing up, we always had classical and… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
My parents met in music school, and my father was a music professor and conductor. Growing up, we always had classical and… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
My books have been translated into various languages and sold in other countries, but I never have any contact with the foreign publishers and… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“Is this okay with you, Jenna? For him to stay here?" "Yeah," I said. "It's good. You have no idea what it takes for… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
Remember that no matter where I am or what I'm doing I've got a special place inside me that's all for you. It's been… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“I don't understand, Jenna, why you couldn't give him a ride home?" Mom struck the archetypal Mom pose-hands on hips, perplexed look on face,… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
The importance of our connection, what it meant to find each other again, the way it made what happened to us and between us… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“And part of being American is respecting all people's right to be whatever they want to be and at the same time respecting your… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
And he left. I watched him walk out – he didn’t say good-bye, he didn’t even look back. It scared me, how easy it… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I tend to describe recurring themes as being part of a writer's DNA - something so deeply embedded in us that even we don't… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I do have a little bit more confidence in - or at least familiarity with - my process. For example, when it feels like… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
The world was full of beauty. She wanted to grab hold of it and take it down into her bones. Yet always it seemed… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“Does all this have anything to do with Cameron coming back?" "Basically." She didn't put any letters down. Our game had effectively stopped. "I… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
