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.

A young lady's most natural ally is her sister although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.

Though her emotions had not deviated from a jittery frailty she knew that in her own room she could at least attempt sleep and that if she dreamed she might then finally be with Henry.

That was how the heroine of a book would play it and Diana was still writing her own story the best heroines she'd always believed took their fate into their own hands.

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

THE LUXE IS . . . Pretty girls in pretty dresses, partying until dawn. Irresistible boys with mischievous smiles and dangerous intentions. White lies, dark secrets, and scandalous hookups. This is Manhattan in 1899.

Living too much in one's head can be dangerous.