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Life, Steffi Has Learned, Carries On Around The Pain, Making Room For It, Absorbing It Until It Becomes Part Of The Daily Fabric, Wrapping Itself Around You And Lodging Itself In Your Heart.

When I First Started Writing, I Was Living In England And I Had That Uniquely English Sense Of Sarcasm, Which Has Definitely Seemed To Have Left Me. I Am A Naturalized American And My Sensibility Has Become Far More American.

Jules Says There Are Three Things That Make You A Grown-up: An Eight-piece Set Of Matching Dishes; Gin, Vodka And Whiskey In The House; And Making Your Bed Every Morning. I Disagree With Her. I Think You're Officially A Grown-up When You've Got Another Half. When You Don't Have To Live In Fear Of Other Couples. When You Don't Have To Feel You're Not Good Enough.

I Want Someone Who Will Adore Me So Much That They Cannot Even Walk Past Me Without Touching Me In Some Way. I Want Someone Who Will Worship Me, Even When.. I'm Sitting Around In Fluffy Slippers With No Makeup On And Hair Scraped Back. I'm Sick And Tired Of Being On My Own. Most Of The Time I'm Fine. Some Of The Time I Even Quite Enjoy It. But At This Precise Moment In Time I'm Fed Up With It. I've Had Enough.

My Life Is Actually Very Boring. The Life Of A Bestselling Novelist Sounds Like It Ought To Be Spectacularly Glamorous And Fun, But In Fact I Spend Most Of My Time Incognito, And In Fact Were You To Pass Me In The Street You Would Think I Was Just Another Dowdy Suburban Mom.