My Daughter, Anna, Is Almost 15, And

I Wish You Luck,' She Said, Kissing Him On The Cheek. He Still Had The Most Beautiful Eyes Of Any Boy She'd Ever Seen. But Now Her Heart Beat So Much Faster For Someone Else.

Isn't It Odd How Much Fatter A Book Gets When You've Read It Several Times?

Power. Intoxicating. Like A Fine Wine.

Down There The Nights Are Bright And Nobody Believes In The Devil.

Which Of Us Has Not Felt That The Character We Are Reading In The Printed Page Is More Real Than The Person Standing Beside Us?