Lisi Harrison

Lisi Harrison
Lisi Harrisonis a Canadian-born author. She writes young adult fiction and is well known for her three series The Clique, Alphas and Monster High...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth29 July 1970
CityToronto, Canada
CountryCanada
pits arms sides
I completely remember the horror I felt when my pits started getting hairy. I would walk with my arms pressed against my sides.
sweat feet feelings
Wearing nothing but sweats and a sheer coat of lip gloss, she wiggle through her frosted window and jumped six feet to freedom, feeling more charged than a Visa card at Christmas time.
running regret thousand
She raced for him, propelled by the strength of a thousand regrets.
book vampire
I don't like the vampire books. I don't like any of those.
fun writing issues
I like writing about the issues we all bump up against as we get older, but I try to present them in a fun way.
fun eye hair
Viktor was swinging a leather duffle and wearing a black Adidas tracksuit and his favorite brown UGG slippers with a hole in the toe. "Worn and old, just like Viv," he'd say when Frankie made fun of them, and then his wife would swat him on the arm. But Frankie knew he was just joking, because Viveka was the type of woman you wished was in a magazine just so you could stare at her violet-colored eyes and shiny black hair without being called a stalker or a freak.
life second-chance creating
It was an image Melody would never forget. Or was it the emotions the image conjured - hope, excitement, and fear of the unknown, all three tightly braided together, creating a fourth emotion that was impossible to define. She was getting a second chance at happiness and it tickled like swallowing fifty fuzzy caterpillars.
dream insanity insane
Something about Bekka and Haylee reminded her of Candace's line between ingenious and insane. Ingenuity inspired their dreams, and insanity gave them the courage to pursue them. It was something Melody wanted for herself.
athlete imagination focus
I was a terrible athlete and a pretty bad student. I couldn't focus. My imagination was always racing.
crush girl flirting
Because whipping an atlas at Jackson's head while he was flirt-touching that Frankie girl in geography would have been very satisfying. And beating him with the Eiffel Tower snowglobe while he kissed Cleo in French would have been tres cathartic. But she hadn't. Instead she'd been egg-like: a hard shell on the outside, and a runny mess on the inside.
girlfriend eye confusion
Watching a make-out while wrapped in a blanket with a guy she wanted to make out with made her feel exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like her thoughts were flashing before his eyes. Finally Brett managed to pull away without consent of Bekka's lips. The confusion created a sloppy bite-a-juicy-peach sound. Everyone cringed.
sweet loneliness emotional
The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet.
fashion thinking steps
Bean, what's one step worse then a fashion don't?....a fashion don't even THINK about it.
acting clingy wells
Are you a peice of Saran Wrap? No Well then why are you acting so clingy?