If It's In The Bin, It's Public

I Can't Cook. I Don't Have The Right Brain For It, Somehow. I Can't Walk Into A Room And Tidy It Up. I Get Distracted. I Pick Up One Thing And I Start Looking At It. And My Cooking Is Truly Heinous.

If It's In The Bin, It's Public Property.

Ciao," I Say Casually, And Flick My Hair Back. "si. Ciao." I Could So Be Italian. Except I Might Have To Learn A Few More Words.

The Great Thing About Being A Novelist Is That You Organize Your Own Day.

I Know This Is Our Honeymoon. But Just Sometimes, I Wish Luke Was A Girl.