Regular women carry pictures of their babies, their husbands, their summer houses. Fat ladies carry pictures of themselves at their skinniest.

Back in the day, when I was starting out, I'd get five or 10 emails and I'd respond to every one. But after my third or fourth book it got too time-consuming.

I was an English major in college, took a ton of creative writing courses, and was a newspaper reporter for 10 years.

I don't like futons. They can't commit. I'm a bed! I'm a couch! I'm a bed! I'm a couch!

My publisher feels that my readers are loyal to the voice of my stories, the characters I'm creating.

I grew up with a feminist mom and the understanding that, as someone coming from a position of (relative) privilege, it was my job to speak up when things weren't fair.

Baby," groaned the guy-Ted? Tad?-something like that-and crushed his lips against the side of her neck, shoving her face against the wall of the toilet stall.