{Here I am on Twitter}
  • @Dawn_N_W 👼
    September 3, 2014 3:17 am
  • It was nice knowing you guys. http://t.co/VbxeFCQ7dH
    September 3, 2014 3:12 am
  • Han and Leia, suburban AU. http://t.co/65lvzQnyyT
    September 3, 2014 3:10 am
  • @SaraWillowNYC CLUB KID.
    September 3, 2014 1:46 am
  • @SaraWillowNYC And roller skates, I hope.
    September 3, 2014 1:24 am
  • @CWWeir (I was listening to D2, T4F and so much Wham!, it's still in my bone marrow.)
    September 3, 2014 1:05 am
  • (I can't write the handholding scene until I know what song is playing in my head during the handholding scene.) (This is the weirdest job.)
    September 3, 2014 1:03 am
  • @heatherbrewer You were co cool :)
    September 3, 2014 1:01 am
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  • @joshuamneff YEP.
    September 3, 2014 12:54 am

Eleanor, Side A — an “Eleanor & Park” playlist

Posted on December 25th, 2012

This is the first of FOUR posts about music and “Eleanor & Park.” Excessive, I know, but I can’t help it . . . When I start a new book, I start a new playlist, too, and I work on them concurrently. With “Eleanor & Park,” the playlists took the shape of mixed tapes for each character. So I ended up with four playlists — two mixed tapes with two sides each.


Behold! The “FANGIRL” cover! Is it not GLORIOUS?

Posted on December 18th, 2012

Presenting the cover of “FANGIRL,” my third book, which comes out in fall 2013. When I first saw the concept for this cover, I SHOUTED OUT LOUD. Actually … it was more of a squeal. A shouted-out-loud squeal. Click through to see the cover in its glorious entirety — and to hear me fangirl all over Noelle Stevenson, the illustrator.


Why aren’t we talking about narwhals?

Posted on November 15th, 2012

In which I carefully investigate the existence of narwhals. And steal adorable narwhal illustrations from Kai’s sketchbook. And wonder what other magic the universe is keeping from me. BRING OUT YOUR MIRACLES.



Posted on October 1st, 2012

October. My favorite month. Which, by the way, has only half begun.

Some find it melancholy. “October,” Bono sings, “and the trees are stripped bare.”

Not I. There’s a chill in the air that lifts my heart and makes my hair stand on end. Every moment feels meant for me. In October, I’m the star of my own movie—I hear the soundtrack in my head (right now, it’s “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes”)—and I have faith in my own rising action.

I was born in February, but I come alive in October.