I've Always Been Melancholic. At

I Went Grey At 12, My Eyesight Went At 17. I've Been A Crock From Very Early On.

He Seemed Wild And Dangerous And Carefree--well, He Would, Would'nt He? What Were Motorcycles And Black Leather Pants If Not The Uniform Of A Wild, Dangerous And Carefree Man?

Optimism Can Be Relearnt.

Chick Lit Uses Humor To Reflect Life Back To Us. It's A Very Comforting Genre, And It's The First Time Our Generation Has Had A Voice. It's A Very Important Genre For All Of Those Reasons.

I Couldn’t Be With People And I Didn’t Want To Be Alone. Suddenly My Perspective Whooshed And I Was Far Out In Space, Watching The World. I Could See Millions And Millions Of People, All Slotted Into Their Lives; Then I Could See Me—i’d Lost My Place In The Universe. It Had Closed Up And There Was Nowhere For Me To Be. I Was More Lost Than I Had Known It Was Possible For Any Human Being To Be.