Born on May 12, 1985, in a small, picturesque town in Tennessee where Southern charm oozes from every porch swing and mason jar, Sarah Adams didnt exactly enter the world wielding a pen. No, she was too busy being loud, hilarious, and, in her own words, chronically extra.Growing up, Adams had one simple dream to make people laugh, swoon, and maybe uglycry a little but in a good way. Luckily for the rest of us, she didnt stick to just dreamingshe turned her passion into a fullfledged, swoonworthy writing career.Education? Oh, you mean the place where she perfected the fine art of doodling futur...