![]() ![]() “My husband just thought I had a phone addiction or something,” she has said. She used a pseudonym ( imaginator1D) and hid her alter ego from family and friends. ![]() She called it After and wrote on her smartphone whenever she could steal a moment-while shopping for groceries, waiting to get her teeth cleaned, riding in friends’ cars. After blazing through all that she could find online and then tiring of waiting for updates from erratic authors (many of them teens juggling writing and school), Todd decided to attempt her own series. Since the previous fall, she’d also indulged an addiction to One Direction fan fiction-stories featuring the boy band in imagined scenarios. Wuthering Heights, Twilight, The Things They Carried. While caring for her son and taking online community-college courses, she helped support the family by babysitting for a neighbor and working the beauty counter at Ulta. Todd was 24 years old and living near Fort Hood, Texas, with her husband, a soldier she had married a month after graduating high school, and their newborn, who suffered daily seizures. Then she propped her elbows on her shopping cart and began to type. One afternoon in the summer of 2013, Anna Todd was in the checkout line at Target when, as most of us do, she pulled out her phone. ![]()
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