Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they're like dog months.

I definitely had a hard time leaving for college because I'm not much of a risk-taker.

She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward.
"Cather..."
Back up to his eyes.
"You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?

I like science fiction, I like fantasy, I like time travel, so I had this idea: What if you had a phone that could call into the past?

I find love stories satisfying when you can see the work - when you can really watch people find each other and fall in love, a little bit at a time. I like slow burns. Falling in love is so good; why would you want to rush it?

I want to be near the ocean, Lincoln, the ocean! I want to feel the tides. And i want mountains, too, at least one mountain. Is that too much to ask? And trees. Not a whole forest, necessarily. I'd settle for a thicket. Scenery. I want scenery!