Charlaine Harris
Charlaine Harris
Charlaine Harris Schulzis an American New York Times bestselling author who has been writing mysteries for thirty years. She was born and raised in the Mississippi River Delta area of the United States. She now lives in southern Arkansas with her husband and three children. Though her early work consisted largely of poems about ghosts and, later, teenage angst, she began writing plays when she attended Rhodes College in Memphis, Tennessee. She began to write books a few years later...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 November 1951
CityTunica, MS
CountryUnited States of America
If it's easy to be friendly she will be. If the wind blows the other way her friendship will be gone. And I'm thinking the wind is blowing the other way. She has found some other way to be an important person in her own right by hating others.
I said the first thing that came into my head unfortunately. "Save the drama for your mama " I told her just like an eleven-year-old.
Men! Dead or alive, they could be exactly the same.
Following Simon's adventures is like being the pinball in an especially antic game, but it's well worth the wear and tear.
I certainly think we're going to see more and more graphic novels and more illustrated novels.
I'd have to say no, people don't change, but they can learn to behave differently.
Eric, what are you doing?" "Snuggling." "Get out of my bed!" -Sookie Stackhouse, Eric Northman
I'm a middle-class former housewife who goes to my daughter's softball games.
There's not much I dislike more than being addressed as "Hey you" and being poked with a finger.
I held on to my better nature by my fingernails but I held on.
I gave myself a mental shake. Snapping out of a slump, that was what today was all about.
Only a group lack of imagination could account for people not wondering what went on in the dark around them.
I had two cups of coffee, put Eric's jeans in the washer, read a romance for awhile, and studied my brand-new Word of the Day calendar, a Christmas gift from Arlene. My first word of the New Year was 'exsanguinate.' This was probably not a good omen.
It's a sad comment on humans that none of them are tolerable to one who can read their minds