Lisa McMann
Lisa McMann
Lisa McMannis an American author...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth27 February 1968
CityHolland, MI
CountryUnited States of America
bonus earth ribbons
Janies lips part in surprise. She takes it. Feels really strange about opening it in front of him. She wets her lips and examines the box and the ribbon that surounds it. "Thank you." She says softly. "Um..." He clears his throat, "The gift, see is actually inside the box. The box is like an extra bonus gift.It's how we do things here on planet Earth.
hurt men circus
I lurve you, circus freak," Cabel says. It almost hurts to hear him say that. I lurve you, too, you big lumpy monster man," Janie says. That hurts even more to say.
kissing
He kisses her. She kisses him. They kiss.
girl mean doors
But then you slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a guy; it means she likes him.
thinking legs hips
Janie’s hip buzzes again. Maybe she'll have to have her whole leg amputated, she thinks sadly. That would really suck.
guy jerk
There's something about a guy who admits he's a jerk that makes him forgiveable.
love-you ears demand
Do you still love me, Janie?' Janie stares at him, incredulous. 'Yes, of course! I don't say it lightly.' 'Say it lightly in my ear,' he demands. She smiles, rests her soft cheek on his scratchy one, and whispers it. 'I love you, Cabe.
dream want havens
Whatever I want,' he says. 'Yes.' 'I'm afraid you haven't been privy to that dream yet.
thinking doors two
She sits in the driveway, freezing, for thirty-six minutes. Arguing with herself. Because she thinks she's in love with him too. And there are two ways she can be a fool in love right now. She chooses the harder one. And knocks on the door.
strong children two
And he's pressing into her and she into him, bodies shivering, like they are two scared, lost children, starving, starving to be touched, to be held, by someone, anyone, the first one they can find who seems familiar enough, safe enough, strong enough to rescue them. They breathe, heavy. Hard. Their fingers strain at cotton. And then they slow down. Stop. Hold. Rest. Before one of them, or both, begins to sob. Before they break another piece that needs to be fixed.
remember-something remember being-true
Maybe you don't have to remember something for it to be true. For it to exist.
men house next
Go force your condescending man-logic on the next house. You can go now.
play lines feels
Feels like I'm in a play and I don't know all my lines.
doors together lips
They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.