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
necks scared bent
She bent her neck back and kissed him like she never had before. Like she wasn't scared of doing it wrong.
hair trying looks
He already knows what I look like," Cath said. "There's no point in being tricky about it now." "How is doing your hair--and maybe putting on some lip gloss--being tricky?" "It's like I'm trying to distract him with something shiny.
baby giving want
It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.
two skins parks
Things she knew now, that she hadn't known two hours ago: Park was covered with skin. Everywhere.
nice feel-good my-best-friend
<> It's nice of you to say I'm your best friend. <> You are my best friend, dummy. <> Really? You are my best friend. But I always assumed that somebody else was your best friend, and I was totally okay with that. You don't have to say that I'm your best friend just to make me feel good. <> You're so lame. <> That's why I figured somebody else was your best friend.
letters might fans
I might not use capital letters. But I would definitely use an apostrophe…and probably a period. I’m a huge fan of punctuation.
dad rooms fine
We're going to listen music in my room.' 'Fine,' his dad said from underneath the sink. 'Just don't get anybody pregnant.
ophelia juliet
Ophelia was bonkers, right? And Juliet was what, a sixth-grader?
cute beautiful caring
You think I'm cute?" He said thinkly, pulling on her hand. She was glad he couldn't see her face. "I think you're..." Beautiful. Breathtaking. Like the person in a Greek myth who makes one of the gods stop caring about being a god.
eye oxygen green
...and his eyes were so green they could turn carbon dioxide into oxygen.
love-is ideas hard
The idea that you're hard to love is ludicrous.
thinking two too-late
I think I missed my window." "What window?" "My get-a-life window. I think I was supposed to figure all this stuff out somewhere between twenty-two and twenty-six, and now it's too late.
girl eye past
That girl--all of them--hated Eleanor before they'd even laid eyes on her. Like they'd been hired to kill her in a past life.
hobos looks you-like-it
I look like a hobo?" "Worse," he said. "Like a sad hobo clown." "And you like it?" "I love it." As soon as he said it, she broke into a smile. And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.