You Never Know How Things

My Childhood Was Spent Embracing One Literary Heroine After Another. I Identified Passionately With Each One And Would Slavishly Imitate Them.

Our Whole Family Thrives Under Pressure. It's Like Our Family Motto Or Something. Apart From My Brother Peter, Of Course. He Had A Nervous Break Down. But The Rest Of Us.

You Panicked". Venetia's Voice Is Suddenly Throbbing, As Though She Can't Control A Long-buried Anger. "you Panicked, Luke, And We Lost The Best Relationship That We Had. Everyone Was Jealous Of Us At Cambridge, Everyone. We Were Perfect Together." We Weren't Perfect!" He Looks At Her Incredulously. "and I Didn't Panic---" You Did! You Couldn't Cope With The Commitment! It Frightened You!" It Did Not Frighten Me!" Luke Shouts, Exasperated. "it Made Me Realize You Weren't The Person I Wanted To Have Children With. Or Spend The Rest Of My Life With. Ever. And That's Why I Ended It!

Being A Journalist Is Good If You Want To Write Books: It Teaches You To Get Beyond The Blank Screen. My Books Have Been Described As Froth But There's Scope To Be Witty And Ironic About Everything In Life.

Suddenly I've Had Enough Of All This. I've Had Enough Of Being Made To Feel Insecure And Paranoid And Wondering What's Going On