I've Never Asked Him But

I'm Tired Of Watching You Be In Love With Someone Else Someone Who Will Never Love You Back, Not The Way I Do.

I’m From New Jersey. I Was Born In Toxic Sludge.

Sometimes Minor Characters Are Based On People I Know, On Friends Of Mine. But I'm Not Writing A Thinly Veiled Version Of My Own Life.

And Of Course Charlotte Hasn't Eaten A Bit Of Dinner," Henry Said, Getting Up. "i'll Go See If Bridget Can't Make Her Up A Plate Of Cold Chicken. As For The Rest Of You-" He Paused For A Moment, As If He Were About To Give Them An Order-send Them To Bed, Perhaps, Or Back To The Library To Do More Research. The Moment Passed, And A Look Of Puzzlement Crossed His Face. "blast It, I Can't Remember What I Was Going To Say," He Announced, And Vanished Into The Kitchen.

A Diary With No Drawings Of Me In It? Where Are The Torrid Fantasies? The Romance Covers?