Maureen Johnson
Maureen Johnson
Maureen Johnsonis an American author of young adult fiction. She has published ten young adult novels to date, including the Shades of London series and the Suite Scarlett series...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth16 February 1973
CityPhiladelphia, PA
CountryUnited States of America
eggs hens enough
Money is for doing things, my love. Don't sit on it like a hen sits on an egg. It doesn't hatch. I should know. I've made enough of it.
faces roommate lit
And what else is she?" Jerome asked. Jazza didn't offer any reply so I chimed in with, "A bitchweasel?" "A bitchweasel!" Jazza's face lit up. "She's a bitchweasel! I love my new roommate.
together normal enough
They weren't pressed together as closely as normal, but his shoulder bumped hers, then remained there. It was very subtle, and possibly even accidental, but it was enough.
boys shy strange
Go see old virgins! Now ask a strange boy out, you shy, Retarded thing!
rose irrational phobia
I have no phobias. Phobias are irrational. My fears are rational and CAREFULLY CULTIVATED, like roses.
wanted position
This wasn't a position she wanted to be in. And yet . . . yet she knew that she was going to do it anyway.
real fairy-tale tales
It could have been like a fairy tale. But fairy tales aren't real. Things don't work like that. There's a price for everything.
interesting feelings important
We learn that many great thinkers were convinced that the Bible contained the Ancient Mysteries, but not in the literal words—that the words on the pages were codes, and that the Bible is comprised of heavy-handed and useless story covering up something much more important and interesting. I get the feeling that [Dan Brown] is trying to tell me something, but I am not biting, reader.
names mad keith
I'm Keith," he said, "and you're . . . clearly mad, but what's your name?
animal car mind
She didn't even notice right away that a small animal had come out from behind a nearby car and was slowly making its way toward the trash can she was standing near. She flipped through some old files in her mind, trying to come up with what this thing might be, and after a few seconds decided that--impossible as it seemed--it was a fox.
supposed-to-be
Nothing was quite like it was supposed to be.
gay
She wasn't only gay, she was a gay elf.
doors airports trying
She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b) what kind of bathroom it was. The door merely said H. Was she an H? Was H "hers"? It could just as easily be "his". Or "Helicopter Room: Not a Bathroom at All
animal doors hands
The locker at the end of her bed had no lock, and one of the hinges was busted. She opened it up. There was a thing in it. The thing might have been a sandwich at some point, or an animal, or a human hand...but what it was now was fuzzy and putrid. A minute later, Ginny was down the stairs, out the door, and gone.