Will Harrison
Will Harrison
dream real eye
After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to bear. Each time she opened her eyes, she'd quickly shut them. And wish that she had woken up for the very last time.
book goal way
My goal is to teach readers how to treat and respect themselves and each other in an entertaining way. I do that in all of my books.
school thinking people
What was it about high school that made people think with their insecurities instead of their brains?
taken broken risk
This isn't going to be pretty. Rules will be broken. Friendships will be tested. And huge risks will be taken. But they're small prices to pay for true love and freedom, right?
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.