If you ever have the good fortune to meet YA author Sarah Cross in person, don’t mistake her quiet disposition for lack of superpower prowess. This kind, cheerful, sweet-mannered New Yorker once saved me from a grenade thrown carelessly in front of an oncoming 6 train on the Upper East Side. It all started at Sarah MacLean’s party and there was wine and Turkish food and an errant cab driver…
Er… that’s actually a story for another night. What you need to know now is that Sarah Cross is not an aut
Published on June 20, 2009 03:49