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

My daily Nespresso coffee, an unexpected shaft of sunlight through the window on a winter's day, my bargain Missoni sunglasses (70 percent off!)

You can want and want and want, but if he doesn't want you back ... you might as well wish the sky were red.

I love all my characters. I love their weaknesses and flaws. I feel like they're all my best friends and I adore being with them.

I need good coffee!" I say in horror. "It's my only luxury!" I can't live with my parents and drink bad coffee. It's not humanly possible. Becky talking about cutting back with her parents.

The trouble with giving yourself a pep talk is, that deep down you know it's all bullshit.

But you can't stay with people because of guilt. Or because they can drive a speedboat.