The ticking seconds pulled me toward the end. It was cold when he no longer held me. It got colder every step I took away from him. Just my imagination, of course. It was still summer here. It would always be summer here for me.

No, actually 'The Host' was totally a palate-cleanser for me. I wanted to do something a little bit different than romantic love. Romantic love is in there, obviously, because I enjoy writing about that and living it a lot.

My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came of his skin. It was like there had never been any hole in my chest. I was perfect- not healed but as if there never had been a wound in the first place.

The thing about the sun… is that it’s always there. Like sometimes, you can’t see it, but it never really goes away.