Chosen as one of Publishers Weekly's Best Books of 2016 ** In 1959 Cuba, Natalia San Martín was nothing short of a princess: sheltered, pampered, and courted by her very own prince, a childhood friend turned lifelong love. All that changed on the fateful New Year's Eve when Fidel Castro and his followers seized control of the country, with tragic consequences for not only the island, but Natalia herself. Five years later, in 1960s New York, she's known as Natalie Martin-living a life that's bleak, but thankfully anonymous. However, when the enigmatic Jack Roemer offers her a job writing the memoir of a starlet on the brink of self-destruction, she sees not only opportunity, but unexpected echoes of a fairytale long forgotten. As she knows all too well, however, the prettiest façade can hide the ugliest of truths- and peeling back the layers of someone else's past forces Natalie to confront her own.

he leaned closer to me in the back of that rusty pickup truck, and smiled. "i love you" he said, gazing into my eyes. "don't lie to me." i said, leaning away from him. "i've never lied to you." "yes, yes you have. you told me i was pretty and i most definitely am not." ✽ she ate flowers because you are what you eat and she wanted to be beautiful

the boy leaned over and handed her the the striped sweater he had been wearing. she smiled as she pulled it on. "i love you, beautiful." he said. the girl only shook her head, now wanting the heavy wool to be as far away as possible. "no you dont. why would you say that?" "cause it's too cold for you here and now so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater." ♥ one time the boy told her he loved her. and that she was beautiful. but he had lied. if she was truly beautiful, then he would have stayed because their love was too strong. “i guess it wasn't.” she said out loud. she said it outloud because alice thought things sounded better that way. thats what he had told her anyways.

Summer Chronicles, Part I: Poems from July 2013.

We're all perfectionists; or at least we want to be. Everything we write, we try our best on to get noticed, to be heard and stand out from others. We need someone to guide our way through the world of literature. This story will show you what to avoid and what to aid in your style of expression through words. And here, you're going to learn how to avoid the actual shit all these other stories haven't told you about. Reader Discretion is Strongly advised.   All Rights Reserved 2013 © PrincessPlaid Cover by TrafficCop

→ finished ← Claustrophobic and agoraphobic, Alaska Gouramie doesn't leave the house much. She whiles her days away nurturing her goldfish, Gordon. Her life is passing her by. Elver Harrison James is scared of fish. He won't go near the pond at the bottom of his garden. He will do anything to stay away from those water-loving freaks. Alaska's mother forces her to leave the house. It's just a trip to the park, no big deal. Until Alaska falls in the pond. And Elver is the only one around. Teen Fiction #118

"if i were to tell you why i love you, there would be too many reasons." "so narrow it down to one-hundred."

" because sometimes at night i like to muse, and maybe i could write these thoughts down "

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.