I don’t remember the first book of Sarah Dessen’s I read, or when I read it. She’s one of those authors that I just started reading at some point (probably college, or shortly there after) and never stopped. Her books are these wonderful balms for the soul and they’re the ones I always turn to when I just need to feel better about life. Following her on twitter (http://twitter.com/sarahdessen) had the wonderful side effect of making me love her more. She seems like one of the most genuine, kind, real people out there, and that’s something that’s reflected in her books. I haven’t yet read one I didn’t love, and her 12th book, Saint Anything, was no exception.