Okay. Now my skin is really prickling. I've read all the Harry Potter books, all five of them. I don't remember any half-blood prince. "What's this?" Trying to sound casual, I point at the ad, "What's Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince?" "That's the latest book," Garth the other trainee, says. "It came out ages ago." I can't help gasping. "There's a sixth Harry Potter?" "There's a seventh out soon!" Diana steps forward eagerly. "And guess what happens at the end of book six-" "Shh!" exclaims Nicole, the other nurse. "Don't tell her!

All this time, I wasn't hungry for success, I was hungry.

You're so narrow-minded! You live in the same village you grew up in, you run the family business, you're buying a nursery down the road... you're practically still in the womb. So before you lecture me on the way to live my life, try living one of your own, OK?

The thing with giving up is you never know. You never know whether you could have done the job. And I'm sick of not knowing about my life.

Honestly, it’s so easy to get what you want from people if they think you’re a psycho.

If you look good, you feel good!

Maybe my identity's been stolen. Or maybe I was sleep-shopping!