The great thing about being a novelist is that you organize your own day.

Sam doesn't hesitate for a minute. 'You say, "Mr and Mrs Tavish, you're making me feel inferior. Do you really think I'm inferior or is it just in my mind?

It really is the year 2007. Which means I must be... Oh my God. I'm twenty-eight. I'm old.

There's genuine pain in Eric's eyes. And I feel a stab of guilt. But you can't stay with people because of guilt.

So I buy it. The most perfect little cardigan in the world. People will call me the Girl in the Gray Cardigan. I’ll be able to live in it. Really, it’s an investment.

It's just the way things are. And you can't dwell on what might have been. You have to look at what is.

This is what happens. You tell your friends your most personal secrets, and they use them against you.