Who Do You Think You Are, Jane

Time To Tidy Up Your Life. Time To Start Again.

I Worry Sometimes That I'm A Bit Moralistic; Always Writing About Men Who Are Learning To Grow Up, Not Be So Self-absorbed, Selfish Or Badly Behaved. I Wonder If That's Dull And Liberal And Wimpy? I Should Probably Write Something That Celebrates Wickedness.

These Days Grief Seems Like Walking On A Frozen River; Most Of The Time He Feels Safe Enough, But There Is Always That Danger That He Will Plunge Through.

Happyish. Well, Happyish Isn't So Bad.' 'it's The Most We Can Hope For.

I Want My Best Friend Back, She Thinks, Because Without Him Nothing Is Good And Nothing Is Right.