Rainbow Rowell
Rainbow Rowell
Rainbow Rowellis an American author of young adult and adult contemporary novels. Her young adult novels Eleanor & Park and Fangirl both received a great deal of critical acclaim in 2013...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth24 February 1973
CityOmaha, NE
CountryUnited States of America
mean laughing kind
Eleanor,” he said, just because he liked saying it, “why do you like me?” “I don’t like you.” He waited. And waited… Then he started to laugh. “You’re kind of mean,” he said. “Don’t laugh. It just encourages me.
size wanted
She carried herself like she was exactly the size everyone else wanted to be.
said objects
I object to every single thing you just said.
cute islands lines
He looked like someone with a steerage ticket on the titanic. Somebody who'd be standing in line at Ellis Island. Undiluted and old-blooded. Also cute.
swimming sometimes drowning
Cath felt like she was swimming in words. Drowning in them, sometimes.
squirrels campus abusive
The squirrels on campus were beyond domestic; they were practically domestically abusive.
winning ifs
You win when no one finds you, even if they're not looking.
house littles manic
A little manic was what their house ran on.
believe needs lasts
It's our last chance. No. No, I can't... I, no, I need to believe that it isn't our last chance... Eleanor? Can you hear me? I need you to believe it, too.
forgiving matter said
I don't have to forgive you, Cath said. It's not like that with you. You're just in with me. Always. No matter what happens.
notebook mean writing
Ah." He set down his backpack and pulled out their notebook. "You're working on your final project?" "Indirectly," Cath said. "What does that mean?" "Have you ever heard sculptors say that they don't actually sculpt an object; they sculpt away everything that isn't the object?" "No." He sat down. "Well, I'm writing everything that isn't my final project, so that when I actually sit down to write it, that's all that will be left in my mind.
boys done wanted
Baz. "Have you ever done this before?" Simon. "Yes. No." "Yes or no?" "Yes. Not like this." Baz. "Not with a boy?" Simon. "Not when I really wanted it.
love thinking parks
I don’t like you, Park. Sometimes I think I live for you
butterfly hands long
Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive. As soon as he touched her, he wondered how he’d gone this long without doing it. He rubbed his thumb through her palm and up her fingers, and was aware of her every breath.