Ocupation: Author
Life: b. 1982
My heart shoots into my throat every time I think I see his loping walk, or catch sight of some floppy brown hair on a boy - but it's never him, and each time it isn't, my heart does a reverse trajectory down into the very pit of my stomach.
source: Lauren Oliver (2010). “Before I Fall”, p.223, Hachette UK
topic: Heart, Boys, Thinking, Trajectory, Brown Hair