And she was good to me: strong, fun, and fiercely loyal. And if I didn't have many other friends because of her-most girls were intimidated by her looks, or thought she was too pushy, or just flat-out feared for their boyfriends-it never bothered me. I never missed having a wide, thick circle of girlfriends: Rina was more than enough. We were comfortable with each other's flaws and weaknesses, so we stuck together and kept to ourselves.

Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common.

I used to worry I was entirely uninteresting, but the truth is I think if my life was more exciting I'd never have any time to write.

There are worse addictions than reality TV, chocolate and coffee.

I hoped that Grace would be a little bit of the best of all of us: Scarlett's spirit, and my mother's strength, Marion's determination, and Michael's sly humor. I wasn't sure what I could give, not just yet. But I would know when I told her about the comet, years from now, I would know. And I would lean close to her ear, saying the words no one else could hear, explaining it all. The language of solace and comets, and the girls we all become, in the end.

Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm

I seriously doubt that the Santa police do an underwear check." -Cora