Karen M. McManus
Karen M. McManus is an American novelist working in the genre of young adult fiction, born in Boston.
She was educated at Northeastern University, a detail that places her formative years in the city of her birth. The available record carries two conflicting birth dates — one source indicating May 14, 1969, another pointing to January 1, 1970 — leaving the precise year uncertain, though Boston remains the consistent point of origin across the evidence.
Her notable work is One of Us Is Lying, the novel that established her in young adult fiction. The Library of Congress catalogs her under the authorized label "McManus, Karen M.," reflecting her standing as a recognized figure within American publishing. In addition to English, McManus has worked with the Czech language, suggesting that her fiction has found readers beyond an exclusively anglophone audience.
Young adult fiction forms the consistent through line of her writing life as an American novelist, and One of Us Is Lying remains the work most closely associated with her name in the catalogued record.
Quotes by Karen M. McManus
I smiled at her, but wished I were sitting on the other side of the table. I hate seeing Keely and me side by side. She's so beautiful, all tawny skin and long eyelashes and Angelina Jolie lips. She's the lead character in a movie and I'm the generic best friend whose name you forget before the credits even start rolling.
In the interest of full disclosure, I stole baby Jesus, and it was definitely to mess with Bronwyn.
People like to think they're open-minded, but if you toss a tired gender stereotype on their path they'll run with it every time.
My sisters treated me like a living doll for years, carrying me around so much that I didn’t bother learning to walk until I was almost two.
How do you make that choice?" I ask almost to myself. "Between what you need and what you want?" I feel like my sister's going through her own version of that. Kris's eyes are on Cooper, too. "You hope they become the same thing, I guess.
You have a very interesting look. Where are you from?'Ugh. That's marginally better than the What are you? question I get sometimes, but still gross. 'New York,' I say pointedly. 'You?''I mean originally,' he clarifies, and that's it. I'm done.'New York,' I repeat, and stand up from my stool.
I hate department stores. They're too bright, too loud, and too crammed full of junk that nobody needs. Whenever I'm forced to spend time in one I start thinking about how consumer culture is just one long, expensive, planet-killing distraction from the fact that we're all going to die eventually.