… I looked through the car’s rear window for a final wave, and it felt like someone had invaded my chest and squeezed all the juice out of my heart until it was a tiny...

But what I do believe is that if you’re a girl who was born in Homsea, a girl who lives in a nothing kind of house with an ordinary kind of family, then you can’t...

… I don’t believe in ghosts – not the scary white sheet, boogie-woogie type of ghost anyway. And yet … I don’t disbelieve either. I’m kind of sitting on the ghost fence, dangling my legs...

Which is when I decided I would never love anyone again because you just felt like an idiot when you put love out there and it didn’t come back your way.