I Feel Like As I've Gotten Older

She Opened Her Mouth But Did Not Immediately Speak, And I Felt, Simultaneously, The Impulse To Coax The Words From Her And The Impulse To Suppress Them. I Always Thought I Wanted To Know A Secret, Or I Wanted An Event To Unfold – I Wanted My Life To Start – But In Those Rare Moments When It Seemed Like Something Might Actually Change, Panic Shot Through Me.

If You Knew Where Your Happiness Came From, It Gave You Patience. You Realized That A Lot Of The Time, You Were Just Waiting Out A Situation, And That Took The Pressure Off; You No Longer Looked To Every Interaction To Actually Do Something For You.

... It Struck Me As So Hard To Believe I Was Really Getting What I Wanted; It Was Always Easier To Feel The Lack Of Something Than The Thing Itself.

I Thought, If I Write A Book That Is Not A Retelling Of Pride And Prejudice, It's Not Going To Mean That I Will Not Get Any Criticism. I Might As Well Write The Book That I Want To Write.

I Have This Theory That The Likeability Question Comes Up So Much More With Female Characters Created By Female Authors Than It Does With Male Characters And Male Authors