At one O'Clock, Miss Celia comes in the kitchen and says she's ready for her first cooking lesson. She settles on a stool. She's wearing a tight red sweater and a red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker.

No one tells us, girls who don't go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens.

And if your friends make fun of you for chasing your dream, remember—just lie.

Who knew heartbreak would be so goddamn hot.

She dumb.” I sigh. “But she ain’t stupid.

...My sister Doreena who never lifted a royal finger growing up because she had the heart defect that we later found out was a fly on the X-ray machine.

Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought.