I Can't Cook. I Don't Have The

I Always Thought 'chick Lit' Meant Third-person Contemporary Funny Novels, Dealing With Issues Of The Day. I Mean, It's Not The Ideal Term; When I'm Asked To Describe What I Do, I Say I Write Romantic Comedies, Cause That's What I Feel They Are. But I'm Quite Pragmatic.

The Thing About Lying To Your Parents Is, You Have To Do It To Protect Them. It’s For Their Own Good.

What Are They Waiting To See?" Sam Follows My Gaze And I Shrug. "who Knows? You Could Always Do A Dance, Or Tell A Joke, Or... Kiss The Bride?" "not The Bride," He Wraps His Arms Around Me, And Gradually Pulls Me Close. Our Noses Are Practically Touching. I Can See Right Into His Eyes. I Can Feel The Warmth Of His Skin. "you." Me. "the Girl Who Stole My Phone." His Lips Brush Across The Corner Of My Mouth. "the Thief." "it Was In A Bin." "still Stealing." "no It Isn't-," I Begin. But Now His Mouth Is Firmly On Mine, And I Can't Speak At All. And Suddenly, Life Is Good.

Me Too." I Agree Fervently. "every Film Should Definitely Have A Message." Which Is True. I Mean... Take The Lord Of The Rings Movies- They've Got Loads Of Messages. Like "don't Lose Your Ring.

Everyone Knows The First Rule Of Business Is "look Good During Confrontations." Or If It Isn't, It Should Be.