Airel: The Awakening

I always had to buy a book, even if I wasn't done with the one I was currently reading. I loved to read. I felt like the trun of each page echoed between the covers of the world inside them-and each book had its own rules. There, within the mystique of that connection, was something special, and I was an addict.

She stood and looked at James as if he was on clearance at Vanity, which was her favorite store at the moment.

We can only love the way we were created to if we are first whole in ourselves.

I was going to kill her. Murder, kill—and then for the kicker—unfriend her on Facebook.

That’s what the school lunch program gets ya—food that could be barf, and barf that could be food.

Oh, to be a guy. But then I’d have to be a guy.

There he was. Mr. Napkins. I was Miss Coffee Spill, and I so wanted to be Mrs. Napkins.