It really is the year 2007. Which means I must be... Oh my God. I'm twenty-eight. I'm old.
There's genuine pain in Eric's eyes. And I feel a stab of guilt. But you can't stay with people because of guilt.
It's a GIRL. It's a little girl, with scrunched-up petal lips and a tuft of dark hair and hands in tiny fits, up by her ears. All that time, that's who was in there. And it's weird, but the minute I saw her I just thought: IT'S YOU. Of course it is.
Suddenly I've had enough of all this. I've had enough of being made to feel insecure and paranoid and wondering what's going on
My daily Nespresso coffee, an unexpected shaft of sunlight through the window on a winter's day, my bargain Missoni sunglasses (70 percent off!)
When I'm on a break from writing, I'll log on to Amazon and eBay. The doorbell is constantly being rung by deliverymen.
I had fun. That’s what I believe in. Fun, flings, the sizzle. It starts as a shiver, when you see a man for the first time. And then he meets your eye and the shiver runs down your back and becomes a sizzle in your stomach and you think 'I want to dance with that man.' You dance, you have a cocktail or two, you flirt.
Visiting any shop for the first time is exciting. There's always that buzz as you push open the door; that hope; that belief - that this is going to be the shop of all shops, which will bring you everything you ever wanted, at magically low prices.
My childhood was spent embracing one literary heroine after another. I identified passionately with each one and would slavishly imitate them.
Everyone knows revenge is a dish best served when you've had enough time to build up enough vitriol and fury.
Your father always tries to see the good side of people; to find the excuse. But sometimes there isn't a good side. There isn't an excuse. (Mom - to Lara Lington)
Books are educational; so you can buy as many as you want." Sophie Kinsella, shopping at the Limelight Marketplace
You're working for me cut out the attitude.
A divorce is like a controlled explosion. Everyone on the outside is OK.
I once tried to give him a friendly little "drugs chat". He politely corrected me on every single fact, then said he'd noticed I drank above the recommended guidelines of Red Bull and did I think I might have an addiction? That was the last time I tried to act like the older sister.
People used to ask me for advice, and I'd say, 'Please, don't ask me!' Yes, I did economics at Oxford, but that's not the same as having a broad knowledge of personal finance
So", says Jack at at last..."you broke up with Connor". Wow. So we're straight to the point. "So", I reply defiantly. "You decided to stay". "Yes, well...", "I thought I might take a closer look at some of the European subsidiaries." He looks up. "How about you?" "Same reason." I nod. "European subsidiaries".
My real name is Madeleine Wickham, under which I write dramas with an edge of humour. As Sophie Kinsella its fast, all-out comedies, such as the Shopaholic series.
Whoever it was, whether I knew them or not, if I could help in some way, I would. I mean, if you can help, you have to help. Don't you think? - Poppy Wyatt
... what would Poirot do? Poirot wouldn't flap around in a panic. He'd stay calm and use his little grey cells and recall some tiny, vital detail which would be the clue to everything.
You never know how things are going to turn out, however much you plan. But you already know that.
I think a lot of people still fantasise about that first love and what might happen if they rekindled the relationship.
Jeez Louise. I know why rich people are so thin: it's from trekking around their humongous houses the whole time.
Rule of life. If you bother to ask someone’s advice, then bother to listen to it.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about what could have been. It’s too unbearable.
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