I Knew It, I Just

They Say The Path Of True Love Never Runs Smooth. Well, Luke And My True Love's Path Didn't Run At All, It Limped Along In New Boots That Were Chafing Its Heels. Blistered And Cut, Red And Raw, Every Hopping, Lopsided Step, A Little Slice Of Agony.

Waiting To Be 'better' Is The Wrong Approach. It's Learning To Live With It.

Nothing Sinister. Just Getting Exercise. Although Some Might Consider That Sinister.

I Loved Being In My Own Head So Much, It Was Getting Harder And Harder Being With Other People.

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.