Out from Macmillan / Henry Holt Dec. 2018

Edited by Heather Demetrios, this “Dear Sugar” for teens, a no-holds-barred collection of real-life letters from teens answered with passion, wisdom, and searing honesty by nineteen young adult authors:

Adi Alsaid, Becky Albertalli, Libba Bray, Heather Demetrios, Amy Ewing, Tim Federle, Zach Fehst, Gayle Forman, Corey Ann Haydu, Varian Johnson, A.S. King, Nina LaCour, Kim Liggett, Kekla Magoon, Sarah McCarry, Sandhya Menon, Cristina Moracho, Jasmine Warga, and Ibi Zoboi

Readers! I am so so SO excited about this anthology. It's been a huge work of my heart and I can't wait to share it with you all.

Love is a beast.

There are plenty of books about how love is rainbows and roses and butterfly kisses, but this is not one of them.


This is a book about the dark side of love: the way it kicks your ass, tears out your heart, and then forces you to eat it, bite by bloody bite. If you’ve felt this way, you are not alone. And if you haven’t felt this way, we promise you will. Not to be a downer, but it kind of comes with the territory of being human. This is also a book about how you can survive love. How you can be broken and battered by a relationship (or lack of one) and still have the real deal, when the real deal is good and ready to show up. Even better, it’s about how you don’t even need someone to show up because the kind of love that will save you every time is the love you give yourself.

I’m not feeding you a sappy self-help platitude here. This is not a Hallmark card or an inspirational mug you can buy at the bookstore (although mugs, bookstores, and snail mail are all wonderful). Loving yourself is damn hard because it means accepting all the parts of you that you can’t stand. It means knowing you’re actually okay even though society wants you to believe that you aren’t. It’s downright revolutionary.

Oscar Wilde said, “the heart was made to be broken.” I don’t know if that’s true, but I know that after they break, they can be put back together in new and startling ways, and you’re forever different because of it. Our hearts are resilient. They can go a hundred rounds in the ring, get knocked out, and the next day be right back in there, fists up. But how do you keep from getting the shit beat out of you by love? What do you do when you’re against the ropes?

~ From Dear Heartbreak