I would so much rather read between Nicholas’ lines than a book.

I like books that make me laugh, not cry.

Some say peer pressure is the biggest motivator for people to do things they aren’t sure they want to do. I say those people never met my Aunt Helen.

It was my decision to break up, but he didn’t fight me on it. Would he have fought for Trish? And if so, was it because she was the right girl? Or was Trish simply the type of girl men fought for while I was the type of girl men left without looking back?

I would be the first to admit that I drew attention to my chest since, being so short, I need to give people a reason to look down far enough to see me.

I was a witch and like a witch, deserved to have a house fall on top of me while wearing my favorite shoes

Once I checked my email, I would get lost in a book so I could feel the main character's pain instead of mine, laugh at her missteps rather than lament my own, and cheer for the happy ending that seemed to elude me.

I truly believed Facebook was created by Satan as a way to turn completely sane people into obsessed stalkers.

There was a part of me that was so horny, I wanted to climb on top of Randall on the first date. But there was also a part of me that was so terrified, I wanted to go home, put on my feety pajamas and hibernate for the winter.

I hoped Claire would have a girl. A nephew would be fun until he got his first erection and then he'd be like the rest of them.