If Love Is Great, Then It Is

He Looks," Simon Had Once Said To Isabelle, "like He's Thinking About Something Deep And Meaningful, But If You Ask Him What It Is, He'll Punch You In The Face.

For Such A Long Time, When You're A Writer, You Really Are Just Writing For Yourself, And Maybe A Few Friends. So It's Really Amazing When Your Book Gets Out There And More People Are Reading And Responding To It. It Really Makes The World Of The Books Feel Real.

Looking At Her, He Was In London Again. He Saw The Gaslight And Smelled The Smoke And Dirt And Horses, The Metallic Tang Of Fog, The Flowers In Kew Gardens. He Saw A Boy With Black Hair And Blue Eyes Like Alec's. A Girl With Long Brown Curls And A Serious Face. In A World Where Everything Went Away From Him Eventually, She Was One Of The Few Remaining Constants.

Even If You Haven't Had The Exclusivity Conversation, They're Still Going To Be Mad If They Find Out You're Dating Someone They Know And You Haven't Mentioned It. It's A Dating Rule." "well, How Am I Supposed To Know That Rule?" "everyone Knows That Rule." "i Thought You Were Supposed To Be On My Side." "i Am On Your Side!

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.