Jen, We Did It. Everyone's Free Now.

He Looked At The Piles Of Food Again, And It Was Like He Was Seeing It With New Eyes. This Is Wrong, He Thought. Letting Food Rot While People Die Of Hunger. It's Evil.

I Write A Book Over A Period Of Months Or Years, And When I'm Done With It, Usually Another Year Goes By Before I See It In Print. It's Hard To Be Patient And Wait

"don't Let Go!" He Orders. Harper's Hand Is Dry And Soothing, While Mine Is Sweaty With Fear. We've Never Held Hands Before. I Think About What It Means In The Village When Boys And Girls Only A Few Years Older Then Harper And Me Wander Around With Their Hands Clasped Together. They're Always Peering Dreamily Into Each Other's Eyes, Sneaking Sky Kisses...and Soon After, There's A Wedding.

I Like The Fact That Kids Are Willing To Be Imaginative And Go Along With Me When I'm Telling Strange Tales.

I Rise Up On My Tiptoes. He's Already Bending His Head Down, Moving His Lips Toward Mine. And Then, Well, I Haven't Exactly Studied This, But I'm Pretty Sure That Ours Is Not The Most Expert Kiss In Sualan History. It's A Little Hard To Figure Out How We Should Tilt Our Heads So Our Noses Don't Bump. But This Kiss Is A Promise, A Vow. Come To Think Of It, It Doesn't Really Matter That Ours Is Not The Most Expert Kiss In Sualan History. It's Still The Best.