Robin Wasserman
Robin Wasserman
Robin Wassermanis an American young adult novelist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth31 May 1978
CountryUnited States of America
awakens impulses waking
'The Waking Dark' is about what happens when something awakens a town's darkest impulses and unleashes them on the world.
authors characters claims hear might voices whatever
I'm not one of those authors who claims to hear voices in my head or 'let the characters speak through me,' whatever that might mean.
finding-yourself one-day wake-up
You don't even realize you're living in a before until you wake up one day and find yourself in an after.
writing jumping way
I used to be an obsessive outliner - figuring that writing without an outline was like jumping off a cliff and building a parachute on the way down.
powerful war greatness
And you know what? If there is a God, and it's that same God who's so eager to have temples built in honor of his greatness, and wars fought over him, and people dropping to their knees telling him what a wonderful, magnificent being he is? If this all-powerful, all-knowing creature for some reason just can't get by without my worship? Then let him give me some proof. Or at least get over himself if I decide to go out and get some.
past years looks
For me, the teen years were all about searching for a place for myself, wondering why I seemed so different than everyone else, wondering especially why no one could look past the surface and figure out who I really was underneath.
teenager fiction matter
Teen fiction should be about teenagers - no matter how many arguments there are about what YA lit should be, this seems like the one thing we can all agree on.
love-is arrows ignorant
I longed to return to that bloody riverbank, to throw myself in the path of the final arrow, to die ignorant, and so, in love. Better to be killed by an arrow than by the words of the one I most trusted.
reading adventure years
I spent most of my teen years trying to figure out the rules of life, theories for why things happened, why people behaved as they did, and mostly I came to the conclusion that either there were no rules, or the rules sucked. Reading science fiction wasn't about imagining myself into some more exciting life filled with adventure, it was about finding a world where things worked the way I wanted them to.
laughter fake tails
Nobody likes me,” he concluded at the tail end of a ten-minute pity fest. “Can’t imagine why,” Quinn murmured. I turned my snort of laughter into a fake cough, which was an embarrassingly feeble attempt at subterfuge when you consider the fact that I didn’t have any lungs.
tired hug phases
Not that my arms are getting tired or anything, but... how much longer is the hugging phase going to last?
blood should
I should probably start with the blood.
dream opposites taste
In dreams you can become everything you're not. You can reverse the most fundamental truths of your life. You can taste death, the ultimate opposite.
ever-after charming delusion
I believed in happily ever after as much as anyone, because Jane Austen, Prince Charming, and Hugh Grant promised me it could happen. But maybe that particular delusion was universal.