The best way to get kids reading more is to give them books that they'll gobble up - and that will make them ask for another..

Please, I begged silently, please do not let my last moments on earth be me crammed into a tiny boat in the dark, surrounded by mechanical singing pi….

And there I was, pretty as heck, brown eyes, a few freckles, fashion challenged, and a bad attitude. Max II..

Better readers are better thinkers..

They turned to Angel. "We will call you Little One," the leader said, obviously deciding to dispense with the whole confusing name thing. "Okay," sai….

Why do things this beautiful make me want to cry?" I asked Michael as I leaned into him. It was an unguarded question, one I'd never have asked of Hu….

And now I was trying to brush my hair,you know,when I thought about it,and looking at myself in mirrors,wondering if I was pretty.Pretty! A year ago,….

Well, it's like I have a GPS inside me," I told them. "One of the talking ones. I tell it where I want to go, and it tells me, Go twenty miles, turn ….

Did you know that wasn’t me, the other Max?” I asked. “Yeah.” “When?” “Right away.” “How?” I persisted. “We look identical. She even had identical sc….

What, eBay isn't good enough for us?.

Actually, I'd already briefed him, early this morning. Since we were up at six. Since, at six, the nurse had been overcome with the overwhelming comp….

I'm not a writer's writer. I'm not a craftsman. I could be, and that would be a one-book-a-year operation..

Can I come in? No! I'm in a towel! I'm blind!.

Have you been playing in toxic waste lately?.

Don’t be afraid.” “I hear voices,” Iggy said. “Be very afraid..

I have a number of writers I work with regularly. I write an outline for a book. The outlines are very specific about what each scene is supposed to ….

My choices were to either give in and let them kill all of us or fight back with everything I had. I chose the second one, ’cause I’m just funny that….

fang will be the first to die.

Maybe he was a good a good whitecoat—like Jeb. And maybe the moon was made of cream cheese..

I knew how good love could be -- I knew it was the best thing I'd ever done in my life -- and yet here I was alone. I was taking chances with my life….

Was this normalcy-predictable patterns, the certainty of doing the same thing everyday? Because if so, normalcy was about to make me freak out and st….