But I made it. And for some reason, I’m not worried about my job prospects. I truly believe I will be okay.

It helped us both—shared failure is always a comfort.

My new favorite title is How Jane Austen Ruined My Life. I don't have the courage to read it, though. I'm afraid to discover she's ruined mine as well.

I'm not guaranteed a happy ending just because I make it to the last page.