July. Waves of heat rise from the blacktop. I sit in a Jeep that isn't running, drops of sweat beading my forehead. My leg touches a...

The year is 2016. The girl is obsessed with ghosts and Stevie Nicks. Fleetwood Mac plays on a constant loop, slowly edging out the...

1. I came up with the title when I wrote the initial half-draft, and it hasn't changed. Confession: I love giving my books quippy, punny,...

34. No, that's not the age I'm turning my next birthday. It's not the current temperature outside, which is a balmy, if unseasonably...