I milked, of course, and did some work around the barn, and tried not to think about Brian, which was like trying not to breathe.
It is important to eat Oreos the right way.
My downfall, inevitably, was triggered by food.
Everyone's scared. So scared they can't sleep sometimes. Or eat. Or keep their weight on.Then why bother playing? I asked. It was a whisper, this question.Because. You love the game. You love the peop...
So break up with him.
Oh. Listen, this is really hard for me . . .
If in this narrative I have not yet paid Queen Sophia adequate consideration, particularly given the unrelenting domination the woman would soon claim over every single element of my life, I offer thi...
Finally I halted, my cloak soiled with grease and jam. Why was it that jam always coated me so?
But it turns out that even if I don’t talk a lot, when it’s something that matters I still have a lot to say.
And it occurred to me that the reason she makes it work, probably, is because she's so comfortable with herself. And you know, that's not such a bad notion, in the whole life-lesson business. Being co...
How could I pretend to be someone else when I was already failing at being the person I already was?
As for the queen, I had no more interest in her company than in plunging my face into a nest of hornets.
Bend like the sapling you are. With time we shall find your oaken core.
How many times I have wondered what my fate might have been had I accompanied my parents that rainy spring morning. Such musings, I recognise, are more than a trifle insane, for envisioning what might...
And if I didn’t, I’d spend the rest of my life wondering who I could have turned into if only I’d had the guts to try.
Love is the hardest thing in the world.
Lord Frederick had been a stalwart member of the Montagne court since at least the time of my grandfather; this I knew. Even more, he had the marvellous ability to pull peppermint drops from my ears,...
It was like he was in a contest to see who could do the least work, only he was the only contestant.
How could Paolo think the queen and her ilk were my people? I had no more relation to them than a pigeon does to a flock of swans – or a vortex of vultures, which the castle’s denizens better resemble...
Trying to make something sound innocent always backfires—I know that just from being a kid