Deb Caletti
Deb Caletti
Deb Calettiis an American writer of young adult and adult fiction. Caletti is a National Book Award finalist, as well as the recipient of other numerous awards including PEN USA finalist award, the Washington State Book Award, and SLJ Best Book award. Caletti's books feature the Pacific Northwest, and her young adult work is popular for tackling difficult issues typically reserved for adult fiction. Her first adult fiction novel, He's Gone, was published by Random House in 2013 and was...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth16 June 1963
CountryUnited States of America
I don't get why prom is like a mini-wedding these days...No one should spend that kind of money for a high school dance.
I'll tell you one thing about me, and that is that I'm not to keen on being bossed around. If, say, my Mom tells me to empty the dishwasher, I like to wait a little bit, you know, not hop up and do it right away, because then it feels more like my own idea. That's a little problematic when you have an actual boss.
I put the guitar back in the case. I can't even look at it anymore. Instead, I want to make brownies. I want an end result there's a recipe for. I want to combine eggs and water and oil and chocolate and flour and sugar and vanilla and get something fulfilling.
I vow... "to not let the back & forth of forgiveness interrupt the steadiness of love.
Once an asshole, always an asshole.
A relationship could be a place to hide too.
I could forget that part, but it had to have been true.
There are so many different fifteens. And eighteens. And forty-twos, for that matter. Mature fifteens and young fifteens and wise fifteens and lost fifteens. And angry fifteens.
The hurt affects your ability to go forward.
You … You had always made the future feel safe. As long as you were in it too, beside me, I could be okay.
Sometimes I’ve even wished there was a human pause button, where you could choose some point in your life where you could stay always.
Maybe sometimes you just feel like everything can be taken from you all at once.
A person could leave you so quickly. So much history and time and memories, but they snuck away from you, and other things took their place. How could you hold on? Wait. A bigger question. The biggest. How could you hold on and let go?
Sometimes that´s all you need…, to know it´s not broken. To know you’re still whole and that you’ll heal.