E. Lockhart

I was talking to my friend just now and she said: you’d never know from your social media what your life is really like. And that is of course true because my social is meant to be entertaining for people who like my books or the We Were Liars TV show. But here are a couple things from my real life to counter balance the pretty pix above, which are by .

— I bought a black light for discerning cat urine in furniture.
— using it took 90 mins and I am not done.
— I made a lasagne the other day and had this weird blobby bunch of leftover flat noodles and I felt kind of sorry for them
—I am trying to watch soccer with my spouse and I really have no idea what the rules are. On the one hand I feel virtuous just sitting in the room with sportsball on TV keeping company with my fella. But I also feel ashamed— how is it that I have not retained ANY sportsball info? At all?

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Actor will play young Carrie in season 2 — the role plays as an adult. For those of you who know my novel Family of Liars, which inspires S2 (though the showrunners have lots of new twists lined up for you as well) — I snagged the most Carrie-esque pix off LaPaine’s IG to give you the vibe.

From the book:

I would turn my profile to the mirror and touch my face, wondering what future this bit of artificial bone had bought me. Would some beautiful boy want to touch me? Would he listen to me? Want to understand me? I hungered to be seen as unique and worthy. I wanted it in that desperate way that someone who has never been kissed wants it—vague but passionate,muddled with fantasies of kisses I’ve seen in movies, mixed up with stories from my mother about dances and corsages and my father’s multiple proposals.
I longed for love,
and I had a pretty urgent interest in s*x,
but I also wanted to be seen
and heard
and recognized,
truly, by another person.
That’s where I stood, when I first met Pfeff.
I think he saw that in me.