With Attachments, my goal was to write a really good romantic comedy. I wanted the reader to be smiling throughout.

There’s no such thing as handsome princes, she told herself. There’s no such thing as happily ever after.

Like, really like you. And i want that kiss to have been the start of something. Not the end.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

You always ask that. Why. Like there's an answer for everything. Not everybody has your life, you know, or your family. In your life, things happen for reasons. People make sense. But that's not my life. Nobody in my life makes sense.

Don't bite his face, Eleanor told herself. It's disturbing and needy and never happens in situation comedies or movies that end with big kisses.

You can park your snark at the gate, Omaha.