I Don't Think You Can Write -

We're Not Blank Slates. What We've Done, What We've Survived All Go Into Us.

And Still She Felt More Confident At The Prospect Of Taking On The Russian Mafia Than She Did Attending A Backyard Barbecue.

Certainly The Plagiarism, And Dealing With The Fallout Of It, Was The Most Difficult Thing I've Ever Faced Since I Started Writing.

The Worst, The Very Worst Requirement Of Friendship, In Eve Dallas's Opinion, Was Sitting Through An Entire Evening Of Childbirth Classes. What Went On There--the Sights, The Sounds, The Assault On All The Senses--turned The Blood Cold.

You--roarke." Eyes Watering, She Reached For More Tissue. "jesus, Eve. Jesus Christ, You Never Sleep With Anybody. And You're Telling Me You Slept With Roarke?" "that's Not Precisely Accurate. We Didn't Sleep.