About Lisi Harrison: Lisi Harrison is a Canadian-born author of young adult fiction, including The Clique, Alphas, Monster High, and Pretenders. She is currently working on her latest novel, The Dirty Book Club.
A burrito is a delicious food item that breaks down all social barriers and leads to temporary spiritual enlightenment.
Friends first." "Even before Brett?" "Always," Bekka said. Her lively freckled face was dead serious. "Wow," Melody said in surprise. They really were friends. Hearing it helped her feel it. And feeling it was like sinking deeper into a warm bath.
She raced for him, propelled by the strength of a thousand regrets.
After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to bear. Each time she opened her eyes, she'd quickly shut the...
Because whipping an atlas at Jackson's head while he was flirt-touching that Frankie girl in geography would have been very satisfying. And beating him with the Eiffel Tower snowglobe while he kissed Cleo in French would have been tres cathartic. But...
I dunno." She sat on the bench and hugged the robe like a pillow. "I still think that Brett guy is cute." "Good luck getting him away from Bekka." Cleo gathered her silky black hair into a high pony and pink-dabbed Smith's Rosebud Salve on her lips. ...
Watching a make-out while wrapped in a blanket with a guy she wanted to make out with made her feel exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like her thoughts were flashing before his eyes. Finally Brett managed to pull away without consent of Bekka's lips. Th...
It was becoming more and more evident that Salem was a town that celebrated individuality, a real live-and-let-live kind of place. Melody felt a gut punch of regret. Her old nose would have fit in here. "Look!" She pointed at the multicolored car whi...
And for a split second Cleo saw the value in living openly. Liberation was Windex for the soul. It let the light shine through. But why dwell? Nothing was ever going to change.
I completely remember the horror I felt when my pits started getting hairy. I would walk with my arms pressed against my sides.
I like writing about the issues we all bump up against as we get older, but I try to present them in a fun way.
I don't like the vampire books. I don't like any of those.
Pointing and clicking like Annie Leibovitz
I was a terrible athlete and a pretty bad student. I couldn't focus. My imagination was always racing.
My goal is to teach readers how to treat and respect themselves and each other in an entertaining way. I do that in all of my books.
