As a reader, it is my opinion that 99/100 battle scenes suck. As a writer, I do not like facing those odds.
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Rainbow Rowell
Rainbow Rowell (born February 24, 1973) is an American author of young adult and adult contemporary novels. Her young adult novels Eleanor & Park (2013), Fangirl (2013) and Carry On (2015) have been subjects of critical acclaim. 2Career Rowell was a columnist and ad copywriter at the Omaha World-Herald from 1995 to 2012. After leaving her position as a columnist, Rowell began working for an ad agency and writing what would become her first published novel, Attachments, as a pastime. Rowell had a baby during this period and stopped working on the manuscript for two years. The novel, a contemporary romantic comedy about a company's IT guy who falls in love with a woman whose email he has been monitoring, was published in 2011. Kirkus Reviews listed it as one of the outstanding debuts that year. In 2012, Rowell completed the first draft of her young adult novel Fangirl for National Novel Writing Month. In 2013, Rowell published Fangirl and Eleanor & Park, another young adult novel. Both were named by The New York Times as among the best young adult fiction of the yea
Writing short stories is much more difficult for me than books. I started SIX short stories before I settled on 'Midnights. Part of the problem is, I like to really BUILD characters and relationships. But you have to get in and get out, with a short story.
'Not all men' has sort of become a useful thing to say, now that SO MANY men want to rationalize disgusting behavior as a normal, guy thing. NOT REALLY. It’s not normal. It’s not something men can’t help. PLENTY of men get through the day without harassing anyone.
He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because…
So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.
I’ve always felt that two people who shared as much as we did and shared such important years should have never drifted apart.
Why are you lying awake, thinking that you’re a terrible person?
October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!
So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.
For some reason, she didn't want to read in front of him. It would be like letting him watch her eat.
'You are,' he said fiercely, looking at her. 'You're worth it.'
I... think I live for you...I don't think I even breathe when we're not together, which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do…
All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?
Every time, [they] break your heart. And everytime, [they] expect [you] to pick up the pieces.
I want everyone to meet you. You’re my favorite person of all time.
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
I want everyone to meet you. You’re my favorite person of all time.
They were always together, and it still wasn’t enough.
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
She never felt like she belonged anywhere, except for when she was lying on her bed, pretending to be somewhere else.