There was a whole army of people who seemed not to have anything better to do than to try to disrupt her life, and , if they were given the opportunity, to correct the way she had chosen to live it.

She had been sharing a house with him for a week, and he had not once flirted with her. He had worked with her, asked her opinion, slapped her on the knuckles figuratively speaking when she was on the wrong track, and acknowledged that she was right when she corrected him. Dammit, he had treated her like a human being.

Don't call me crazy.I'm a survivor. I do what I have to do to survive.

Your job description as a journalist is to question and scrutinize critically-neve r to repeat claims uncritically, no matter how highly placed the sources in the bureaucracy. Don't ever forget that. You're a damn good writer, but that talent is completely worthless if you forget your job description.

Cortez looked like someone newly in love, the way only twenty-four-year-olds can look.

Dear Government... I'm going to have a serious talk with you if I ever find anyone to talk to.

What she had realised was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.