There’s No Such Thing As

I Feel Like There's So Much Darkness In All Of My Books.

Cinderella!" Dov Cried. "let Down Your Hair!

I Walked Inside Macy’s And Faced The Pathetic Spectacle Of A Department Store Full Of Shoppers, None Of Whom Were Shopping For Themselves. Without The Instant Gratification Of A Self-aimed Purchase, Everyone Walked Around In The Tactical Stupor Of The Financially Obligated.

Perhaps It's Not That I'm Frigid-- It's That Once I Decide I Like A Guy, I Turn Into A Raging Idiot, Unfit For Public Appearances.

Teenage Boys Cannot Be Trusted. Their Intentions Are Not Pure.