I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

I've always resented Hermione, because I wanted to be her so badly and she never seemed to appreciate as much as I thought she should that she got be her. She got to live at Hogwarts and be friends with Harry and kiss Ron, which was supposed to happen to me.

I can be a badass DJ when I want, but I am also an insufferable music snob.

Why do you lie" I ask her. "To block the truth." Fair enough. Naomi goes on. "Where did we get it in our heads that we need truth all the time? Sometimes lies are nice, you know? You don't have to know the truth all the time. It's too exhausting.

Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.

I feel like there's so much darkness in all of my books.

Perhaps it's not that I'm frigid-- it's that once I decide I like a guy, I turn into a raging idiot, unfit for public appearances.