Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the end for me if you two came down with freckles at a time like this.

She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.

Heart-stopping envy is the sincerest form of flattery.

Henry shook his head, 'I was drunk,' he said, trying to sound both ashamed and firm in this belief. He remembered the rosebush incident very clearly, of course, but he knew that sneaking into the bedroom window of his fiancee's little sister wasn't something he wanted to explain to his father. Sometimes, Henry reflected, being taken for a perpetual drunk was sort of convenient.

Interesting" people were her favorite hobby. She collected them: the type who did gay things late at night and smoked cigarettes in mixed company, those would have most scandalized her own mother.

They will stop calling brides beautiful after today—you have simply set the standard too high,' he said.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.