a segment from chapter II: "Every day is a Winding Road"

Spencer is in Orange Beach, Alabama, walking to the beach to join the rest of his extended family when he sees a girl reading one of his books. He likes the way she looks, even if its in a swim top and shorts, but he doesn't want to look like he's ogling so he decides to ask a question about the book she's reading:

“Hi”
“Hey.”
“Sorry, but can I ask you a question?”
“I guess so.”
“How do you like that book?”
“Oh, I love it, but there are days that I absolutely hate it.”
“How so?”
“It’s like what I think true love should be like. But, it’s not, and I’m like, wanting that guy go come up from down the road, walking up only to me; even after everything that’s happened.”
“Is a there change you’d make to it, if you could ask the author?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, what would you tell him?”
“That he needs to open up to people. It’s written so brightly I feel like he’s stuck in some tower or house and doesn’t get out much.”
“You’re not too far from the truth, Spencer Logan.”
“Skye Daniels.”
“Skye with a “y” or an “e”?”
“Both. So, you’re the same Spencer who wrote this?”
“In the pasty white flesh, yes.”
“Do you talk to all of your readers like this?”
“Barely.”
“So, why did you ask me?”
“I guess, I-“
“Sit down with me. I feel like I should ask you for an ID or something but, instead: do you have control over who they pick for the characters, so we’re not going to have Shailene Woodley as Becky?”
“Yeah, well, like John Greene, I don’t have control over the stars. Who do you have in mind?”
“Nicole Maines. She’s the perfect fit for Rebecca. I’ll have to show her to you.”
“A friend of yours?”
“I wish.”