I fiddle with the car radio while I sit in the passenger seat. His hand rests on the leather-bound steering wheel, turning— ‘July Four—’...

But it was the speckled stars drawn behind them that caught My hands onto the glossy pages where the white ink was set. I would always...

I built castles for love and furnished them into prisons, Forging tense responsibility out of tender notions, And to seal the leaking...

Many of us grew up with John Green, so how his novels represent teens and love—especially those manic pixie girls—is worth scrutinizing.

Is this what these years should be? Thigh scraped from the hard plastic of my windowsill pressing cruelly into my leg as slide across it...