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 moving school
In school, they would tell you that life wouldn’t come to you; you had to go out and make it your own. But when it came to love, the message for girls seemed to be this: Don’t. Don’t go after what you want. Wait. Wait to be chosen, as if only in the eye of another could one truly find value. The message was confusing and infuriating. It was a shell game with no actual pea under the rapidly moving cups.
powerful might opiates
Might. Is there any opiate more powerful than that word?
pain believe ignorance
And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes its true shape. I fight to go back to that blissful ignorance, but it is too late. The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.
perfect world enough
You couldn't be perfect enough to keep the world from betraying you.
notebook ideas heaven
Sitting in my favorite coffeehouse with a new notebook and a hot cup of java is my idea of Heaven.
doors shadow rooms
The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.
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?
not-interested polite being-polite
I’m not interested in being polite. It’s false.
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.
long challenges facts
You have a steady fella?” Sam asked after a bit. “No fella can hold me for long.” Sam gave her a sideways glance. “That a challenge?” “No. A statement of fact.
grief home waiting
She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.
uncles ties deep-wounds
For once, Evie didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t really thought of her uncle as very human. He was more like a textbook who occasionally remembered to put on a tie. But it was clear that he was, indeed, human, with a deep wound named Rotke.
revenge hate love-is
People tend to think that hate is the most dangerous emotion. But love is equally dangerous,” Will said. “There are many stories of spirits haunting the places and people who meant the most to them. In fact, there are more of those than there are revenge stories.
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.