There are some things I don't understand about Jess and never will. No wedding dress. No flowers. No photo album. No champagne. The only thing she got out of her wedding was a husband. (I mean, obviously the husband is the main point when you get married. Absolutely. That goes without saying. But still, not even a new pair of shoes?)

I’m blushing at my own stupid, nonsensical, meaningless thought process, which, by the way, nobody knows about except me.

I had gone to Oxford to read music. I had done music all my life, but when I got to college I didn't want to do it anymore.

Books are educational; so you can buy as many as you want." Sophie Kinsella, shopping at the Limelight Marketplace

I never did any training in journalism or in finance, so I really was in the deep end. I got very good at going to press conferences and nodding. I'd figure it out when I got back to the office. Charts and numbers. I've never been great with facts, ever, my whole life. For a journalist, that's not a very good trait.

I'm lying. I don't just need someone like you. I need you.

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