Maureen Johnson (born February 16, 1973) is an American author of young adult fiction. She has published ten young adult novels to date, including the Shades of London series and the Suite Scarlett series.
i miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.
But we made our own fun, mostly. I recall a time, many years later, when American children seemed unable to amuse themselves without a fortune in electrical and electronic equipment. We had no fancy equipment and did not miss it.
I had one class in the morning, the mysteriously named "Further Maths". It was two hours long and so deeply frightening that I think I went into a trance.
I have no phobias. Phobias are irrational. My fears are rational and CAREFULLY CULTIVATED, like roses.
She wasn't only gay, she was a gay elf.
I don't know if there is actually more rain here in England, or if it was just that the rain seemed to be so deliberately annoying. Every drop hit the window with a peevish "Am I bothering you? Does this make you cold and wet? Oh, sorry.
Fear can't hurt you," she said. "When it washes over you, give it no power. It's a snake with no venom. Remember that. That knowledge can save you.
Lecturing Brooks was as useful as lecturing a cat.
What are you?" I asked. "I'm the Ghost of the Night Before Exams. " "And how long did it take you to come up with that?" Jazza asked. "I'm a busy man," he replied.
Braiiinnnnssss," we said in unison. "It's both sad and incredibly impressive that you were all ready with that one.
because talent alone doesn't make an artist
It could have been like a fairy tale. But fairy tales aren't real. Things don't work like that. There's a price for everything.
Proximity doesn't breed familiarity.
The whole "weak in the knees" thing,which she always thought was just some idiotic expression back from the golden age of idiotic expressions,was real. -Suite Scarlett
Were you playing with Stuart?" she asked. The question was loaded. I was a filthy, filthy woman, and even the five-year-old knew it.
We all know what we're doing. Whether we realize it or not.
Irony is the word I forget the meaning of immediately after I look it up, but I kind of feel like I live in a constant state of it.
Claim whatever you want. Say you only want a happy family or a successful career or a big house. I say: no, that's not what you want. You'll settle for those things, but you really want a monkey that does your evil bidding. Pullman is a genius just for this.
Welsh is an actual, currently used language and our next-door neighbors Angela and Gaenor spoke it. It sounds like Wizard.
No sausage?" he asked. Apparently my pork consumption habits were a matter of public record.