She was also incredibly confident, with a way of moving and talking that communicated that she didn't need anyone to tell her she was beautiful or worthwhile.

Don't tell readers what to think. Let the action speak for itself.

Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.

Dogs are easy. If their tails are up and their eyes are soft, you're in.

But when Bumby nursed, his fist clutching the fabric of my robe, his eyes soft and bottomless and locked on mine, as if I were the very heart of his universe, I couldn't help but melt into him.

But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

I didn't want to be a sweet boy's sweet girlfriend. I wanted to be Fawn's equal, the kind of girl who stood up for herself and took care of business, who cut guys loose when it was required.