I try to write about real women, real people - in other words flawed characters. I find flawed characters much more interesting than perfect ones and enjoy the challenge of making readers root for them in spite of their unsympathetic path and destructive choices. Life is about the gray areas. Things are seldom black and white, even when we wish they were and think they should be, and I like exploring this nuanced terrain.

Don't you wish we could pick the people we love?" "Yeah," I say. "Or just make the people we love want the same things we want.

There is no grief like heartbreak.

The world is not that black and white, Rachel. There are no moral absolutes. It is complex.

You can love someone you mistrust.

It's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.

I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.