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Elle Cosimano


Full Name and Common Aliases


Elle Cosimano is a pen name used by the American author Kate Milford, who writes young adult fiction.

Birth and Death Dates


Born on August 17, 1983, Kate Milford, also known as Elle Cosimano, is still an active writer, so there are no death dates to report.

Nationality and Profession(s)


As a US-born author, Elle Cosimano's nationality is American. She works primarily in the literary industry as a novelist and freelance editor.

Early Life and Background


Elle Cosimano was born on August 17, 1983, in New York City. Growing up in a family of avid readers and writers instilled in her a love for storytelling at an early age. Her parents' encouragement led to her starting writing as soon as she could hold a pen.

Major Accomplishments


Cosimano's novels have garnered critical acclaim and popularity among young adult readers. One of her most notable works is "Saving June", which received praise from critics for its unique narrative voice and exploration of complex themes.

Notable Works or Actions


Elle Cosimano has written several popular novels, including:

"Saving June"
"One More Day"
* "Finishing School"

These works showcase her talent for crafting relatable characters and engaging storylines that appeal to a broad audience.

Quotes by Elle Cosimano

Elle Cosimano's insights on:

I hope you’re worth it.
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I hope you’re worth it.
Vince and TJ have been best friends as long as we have. It’s not like they’re going to let one stupid kiss come between them. Maybe it didn’t mean anything. Maybe it was just a one-time thing. A mistake.
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Vince and TJ have been best friends as long as we have. It’s not like they’re going to let one stupid kiss come between them. Maybe it didn’t mean anything. Maybe it was just a one-time thing. A mistake.
But maybe we aren’t the sum of our mistakes or our genes or our circumstances or our fears. Maybe, in the end, we’re the product of our choices. And maybe it’s when we hold someone’s life in our hands – the choices we make in those moments – when we get a taste of what we’re truly made of.
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But maybe we aren’t the sum of our mistakes or our genes or our circumstances or our fears. Maybe, in the end, we’re the product of our choices. And maybe it’s when we hold someone’s life in our hands – the choices we make in those moments – when we get a taste of what we’re truly made of.
I watched him fall into a dark corner of himself and I resisted the urge to touch him, not wanting to feel the depth of emotion I saw on his face.
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I watched him fall into a dark corner of himself and I resisted the urge to touch him, not wanting to feel the depth of emotion I saw on his face.
And those traces of my father-the pain he’d left behind in the people he’d stolen from, the genes I carried that made me just like him-terrified me.
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And those traces of my father-the pain he’d left behind in the people he’d stolen from, the genes I carried that made me just like him-terrified me.
The worlds were empty. Hollow. As though he’d heard them so many times they’d lost their meaning.
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The worlds were empty. Hollow. As though he’d heard them so many times they’d lost their meaning.
Just because it’s complicated, doesn’t mean there isn’t a solution.
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Just because it’s complicated, doesn’t mean there isn’t a solution.
But I think maybe we had all found something too. The courage to face the pieces of ourselves that frighten us the most. And the power to realize those demons inside only control us if we let them.
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But I think maybe we had all found something too. The courage to face the pieces of ourselves that frighten us the most. And the power to realize those demons inside only control us if we let them.
I reached for her, held my hand out in the space between us. She looked at it, and then to me. And then she placed her hand in mine. I shut my eyes and felt all the love that had always been there, that I had never let myself feel before. All thos things I’d thought my father had taken with him when he left. Everything I needed was here, inside her. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said, letting my own tears fall, ’if I made you feel like you weren’t good enough.
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I reached for her, held my hand out in the space between us. She looked at it, and then to me. And then she placed her hand in mine. I shut my eyes and felt all the love that had always been there, that I had never let myself feel before. All thos things I’d thought my father had taken with him when he left. Everything I needed was here, inside her. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said, letting my own tears fall, ’if I made you feel like you weren’t good enough.
No matter where you are raised or what name you are given, you will endure. You will swim, you will dance, and you will love without fear.
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No matter where you are raised or what name you are given, you will endure. You will swim, you will dance, and you will love without fear.
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