I'd like to classify my life as a romantic comedy. Unfortunately I feel it's probably more like a TV reality show.

I don't think it takes a brain surgeon to understand how to read a story.

Tall, sandy blonde, with sort of blue eyes, skinny in places, fat in others. An average gal.

Even, today, when people tell me I'm beautiful, I do not believe a word of it.

I spent the first fourteen years of my life convinced that my looks were hideous. Adolescence is painful for everyone, I know, but mine was plain weird.

To be with a man who hasn't tried every line, who hasn't broken up with a woman every which way you can break up with them, is kind of nice.

I used to be more paranoid and stressed, constantly worrying about my Plan B. But the truth is I don't have one.