I'm proud of what I write and feel endorsed by my readers.

Do I mind being called a chick-lit writer? Well, it's not the worst thing that could happen.

I had spent my whole life feeling homesick. The only difference between the two of us was that I didn't know what or where home was.

Hen nights should be banned. You're honour-bound to behave atrociously, then feel terribly ashamed afterwards. (This Charming Man)

I'm quite introverted but I'm not shy.

I think denial's fascinating. It's a jokey word, but it really happens, and sometimes in enormous ways.

I don't like this idea of division: that if you're a clever woman then you've got to be a particular way. Because men don't. Men please themselves.