We hope you'll be inspired, shocked, amused, and touched by this selection of letters from the DearTeenMe.com website. 'How awesome would it be if authors wrote letters to their teen selves?' A year and a half later, you can pick up DEAR TEEN ME from Zest Books, read more on the website, or just kick back and enjoy the selection we'll be posting here. Co-curators: E. Kristin Anderson and Priya Chand. The individual letters are property of the contributing authors. We can't guarantee your head won't explode from the mix of angst and excitement, but you *will* enjoy the ride.

Lindsay is on a summer teen tour to France and she's determined to have a fling before she comes home. And not with a fellow American. No, she's only considering boys with foreign accents. Will she find her Jacques or Jean-Claude who will look deep into her eyes and feed her Brie on baguettes? Read her travel diary to find out! Also! My new novel DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT will be out March 11th! It's about a homeroom of NYC high school students who unexpectedly get telepathy...from their flu shots. Imagine you could hear what everyone was thinking? Look for an excerpt on Wattpad!

(Formerly titled SPILL OVER) "I'm not in New York. I'm friends with a girl. I'm living on a boat... with my dad... At this point, I figure anything's possible." When an assignment overseas gives Antony's Mom the opportunity of a lifetime, she sees it as a chance for Antony to get to know his dad - a guy strange enough to live on a boat. Near dreary Seattle. Antony's sure that the next few months will feel like a lifetime. He and his dad can't even fill up a five minute conversation on his birthday call. Then he meets Amber, the girl from five boats down, and his prospects perk up. But when it becomes very clear, very fast, that all she's after is friendship, Antony wonders if he'll survive the next three months. He is absolutely. Completely. Totally. Displaced. And then tragedy hits. Spill Over is a novel about love, loss, and figuring out what's actually important

They reminded me of Peter Pan's Lost Boys, wild and rebellious, but all grown up in a way that could only be described in one word: sexy.