There’s a difference between preferring books to parties and preferring sixteen cats to seeing the light of day.

Point is, maybe some people wouldn’t want to be around me all day, but there are people out there who would. And they’re smart and funny. And they like some of the same things I...

Someone once told me love isn’t perfect—or predictable.

I mean, I am totally not one of those prudes who believe having sex as a teenager is some kind of mortal sin or social death. I don’t have a problem with sex. I just...

Why does everyone think a girl who prefers books to people must be in want of a life?

Add children to the list of things I hate.

… Paris was a city of love for unimaginative folks.

I sit, but I’m still stiff as a board. My hands are clenched tight, as if I’m holding my tears in my palms and if I loose my grip, they’ll come tumbling out.

Phoebe doesn’t quite believe in fate the way I do. She says you have to chase your destiny, and she always expects life to be like a romantic comedy: all you have to do is...