Lisa Unger

Lisa Unger
Lisa Ungeris an American author of contemporary fiction. Her novels have appeared on The New York Times Best Seller list, have sold millions of copies and have been translated into twenty-six languages...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth26 April 1970
CountryUnited States of America
party sleep home
And we stood like that. The joining of hands is highly underrated in the acts of intimacy. You kiss acquaintances or colleagues, casually to say hello or good-bye. You might even kiss a close friend chastely on the lips. You might quickly hug anyone you knew. You might even meet someone at a party, take him home and sleep with him, never to see him or hear from him again. But to join hands and stand holding each other that way, with the electricity of possibilities flowing between you? The tenderness of it, the promise of it, is only something you share with a few people in your life.
drama bored people
Bored people looked for drama and caused trouble.
interesting today died
Today something interesting happened. I died.
hips used
anyone who used the word hip probably wasn't.
safe shields judgment
Judgment is such a useful shield, isn't it? We can hide behind it, rise above others on its crest, keep ourselves safe and separate.
form noise
I've always had this in a kind of worst-case dark imagination. I want to know what the dark form in the window is. I want to know what the noise under the staircase is.
gut love powerful suspense swept teenager twisted wrenching
I read 'Rebecca' when I was a teenager and was swept away by the powerful voice, the gut wrenching suspense and the dark, twisted love story at its center.
chaotic computer village
There's a village in my computer - friends, fans, readers, and colleagues. It's a populous, sometimes chaotic little burg always bustling with news, gossip, opinions and potential excitement.
became trying
I was always the observer, trying to understand what was going on. I was always the new kid. Writing became my safe place.
time
I don't remember a time when I didn't define myself as a writer.
confident ebb exist flow knowledge needs open organic protecting vigilant village writer
Of course, like all organic processes, there is an ebb and a flow to writing. One does not exist without the other. The writer needs to be vigilant in protecting both, confident in the knowledge that the village will be there when we choose, finally, to open the door.
life love validation village
I love the village in my computer. There's little validation in the day-to-day life of a writer; sometimes we ache for a connection.
reason
I write for the same reason I read: to find out what's going to happen.
cold reads thriller true work
'In Cold Blood' is not a thriller at all, really. It is, however, the first work of its kind: a true crime book that reads like fiction.