Laurie Halse Anderson
Laurie Halse Anderson
Laurie Halse Anderson is an American writer best known for children's and young adult novels. She received the Margaret A. Edwards Award from the American Library Association in 2009 for her contribution to young adult literature...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth23 October 1961
CountryUnited States of America
mirrors mouths bleeding
I pushed my ragged mouth against the mirror. A thousand crushed bleeding lips pushed back at me...
faces pieces body
My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces.
morning class firsts
My first class is biology. I can't find it and get my first demerit for wandering the hall. It is 8:50 in the morning. Only 699 days and 7 class periods until graduation.
attitude school clothes
I have entered high school with the wrong hair, the wrong clothes, the wrong attitude. And I don't have anyone to sit with.
art feelings breathe
Can the plural possessive express the feelings in your heart? If you don't learn art now, you will never learn to breathe!
sleep good-day grandfather
It had been a good day, all things considered. I had managed rather well on my own. I opened Grandfather's Bible. This is what it would be like when I had my own shop, or when I traveled abroad. I would always read before sleeping. One day, I'd be so rich I would have a library full of novel to choose from. But I would always end the evening with a Bible passage.
want limits shy
I would never be popular. I didn't want to be; I liked being shy. I'd never be the smartest or the hottest or the happiest. By eighth grade you start to figure out your limits.
borders wintergirls
I won the wintergirl trip over the border into dangerland.
men be-a-man
Everybody told me to be a man. Nobody told me how.
people get-better speak
I am getting better at smiling when people expect it.
school two nuclear
I make it through the first two weeks of school without a nuclear meltdown.
aggressive
be aggressive, BE-BE Aggressive! B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E
sports teacher zebras
I stand in the center aisle of the auditorium, a wounded zebra in a National Geographic special, looking for someone, anyone to sit next to. A predator approaches: gray jock buzz cut, whistle around a neck thicker than his head. Probably a social studies teacher, hired to coach a blood sport.
sacrifice bird wonderful
This is wonderful, wonderful! Be the bird. You are the bird. Sacrifice yourself to abandoned family values....