Libba Bray
Libba Bray
Libba Brayis an American writer of young adult novels including the Gemma Doyle Trilogy, Going Bovine, and The Diviners...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth11 March 1964
CityMontgomery, AL
CountryUnited States of America
girl stars queens
Taylor clapped three times for attention. "Ladies! Ladies! My stars! That's enough. Now. We all know Miss Arkansas's girls are fake, Miss Ohio's easier than making cereal, and Miss Montana's dress is something my blind meemaw would wear to bingo night." - "Beauty Queens
jeans acid ifs
We have work to do if you are not to be a total failure like high-waisted, acid-wash jeans.
girl blessing lips
She bestowed the blessing of a wild girl's lips.
food bears kind
What kind of person doesn't let you have gummi bears?
kissing epic feelings
It was a kiss small in its ministrations but epic in its feeling.
said critics internals
I had a friend who said, "You don't have an internal critic. You have an internal sadist."
girl dream stars
On the Bowery, in the ornate carcass of a formerly grand vaudeville theater, a dance marathon limps along. The contestants, young girls and their fellas, hold one another up, determined to make their mark, to bite back at the dreams sold to them in newspaper advertisements and on the radio. They have sores on their feet but stars in their eyes.
stars jewels eyebrows
She is the elephant’s eyebrows,” Evie whispered appreciatively. “Those jewels! How her neck must ache.” “That’s why Bayer makes aspirin,” Mabel whispered back, and Evie smiled, knowing that even a socialist wasn’t immune to the dazzle of a movie star.
world heal wanted
He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.
doors shadow rooms
The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.
girl cigarette-smoke goofy
Theta blew out another plume of cigarette smoke. “Not interested. Love’s messy, kiddo. Let those other girls get moony-eyed and goofy. Me? I got plans.
short-life easier permission
If there was one truth Evie had learned in her short life, it was that forgiveness was easier to seek than permission. She didn’t plan to ask for either one.
not-interested polite being-polite
I’m not interested in being polite. It’s false.
lines shifting doe
The line between faith and fanaticism is a constantly shifting one,” Dr. Poblocki said. “When does belief become justification? When does right become rationale and crusade become crime?