I'm An Impulse Buyer. I Don't Really

I Always Thought 'chick Lit' Meant Third-person Contemporary Funny Novels, Dealing With Issues Of The Day. I Mean, It's Not The Ideal Term; When I'm Asked To Describe What I Do, I Say I Write Romantic Comedies, Cause That's What I Feel They Are. But I'm Quite Pragmatic.

Youth Is Still Where You Left It, And That's Where It Should Stay. Anything That Was Worth Taking On Life's Journey, You'll Already Have Taken With You.

Hi." "hi." I Shrug, As Though To Say "whatever." In My Peripheral Vision I Can See Magnus Exhale. He Looks A Teeny Bit Nervous. "so." "so." I Can Play This Game Too. "poppy." "poppy. I Mean, Magnus." I Scowl. He Caught Me Out.

I'll Have To Admit, He Really Does Have Quite A Smile.kind Of Heart-stopping, Especially As It Comes Out Of Nowhere. I Mean... You Know. If Your Heart Was In The Kind Of Place To Be Stopped.

There Are Some Things I Don't Understand About Jess And Never Will. No Wedding Dress. No Flowers. No Photo Album. No Champagne. The Only Thing She Got Out Of Her Wedding Was A Husband. (i Mean, Obviously The Husband Is The Main Point When You Get Married. Absolutely. That Goes Without Saying. But Still, Not Even A New Pair Of Shoes?)