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
nice bras fixture
One of them hung a pink bra from our lighting fixture. I left it there. It was a nice bra
home people hug
People were freaked out, but they showed it in weird ways. Back home, people would have been weeping and doing a lot of very public group hugs. At Wexford people just aggressively pretended nothing had happened.
proximity familiarity
Proximity doesn't breed familiarity.
heart names jubilee
Before I take you into the beating heart of the story, let’s get one thing out of the way. I know from experience that when it comes up later, it will distract you so much that you won’t be able to concentrate on anything else I will tell you. My name is Jubilee Dougal. Take a moment and let it sink in.
beautiful caring two
I knew it was beautiful, but knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things, and I didn't care.
want break
Can I tell you something you really don't want to hear? He's going to break up with you. - Stuart
kissing water laughing
With that, I splashed some water on my face, fixed on a smile, and stepped out. I would find Jerome. I would make him explain to me what I was missing. We would laugh, then we would kiss with tongue, and all would be well.
jobs play wells
Well, what now? You have no job. I have no job. Wanna play Jenga?
realizing knows
We all know what we're doing. Whether we realize it or not.
crush parent levels
She introduced herself to my parents with one of her mighty, bunny-crushing handshakes. (I'd never seen Claudia crush a bunny, to be fair, but that's the approximate level of pressure.)
faces combat
We Deveauxs preferred to talk you to death, rather than face you in physical combat.
funny-life lines brevity
It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.
morning math thinking
I had one class in the morning, the mysteriously named "Further Maths". It was two hours long and so deeply frightening that I think I went into a trance.
looks irony kind
Irony is the word I forget the meaning of immediately after I look it up, but I kind of feel like I live in a constant state of it.