I write thank-you notes the minute I throw the wrapping paper away.

This thought was interrupted, suddenly, by a crash from the front entrance. We all looked over just in time to see Adam bending back from the glass, rubbing his arm. "Pull open," Maggie called out. As Leah rolled her eyes, she said, "He never remembers. It's so weird.

People get mad Annabel. Its not the end of the world.

People don't change. If anything, you get more set in your ways as you get older, not less

The fate of your heart is your choice and no one else gets a vote

Eventually, it wasn't even your dad I wanted, just anybody. Anybody at all.

That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened - good, bad, or anywhere in between - it was always, if nothing else, all your own.