Sublime

But this confidence twanged, like a rubber band, into doubt.

Only an attractive young woman would take for granted a stranger’s interest in the minutiae of her life.

She’d wandered through the house, admiring the long white couches and marble countertops and the giant glass windows that faded into a view of the beach. She couldn’t imagine living like this—hanging on a cliff, exposed by glass. But maybe the rich didn’t feel a need to hide. Maybe wealth was the freedom to reveal yourself.

ersatz.

Well, with the brains that girl’s got she’s lucky they haven’t shipped her off to the funny farm.”

was interesting and occasionally appalling to see how other people viewed your child—

If you’re our age and single, dating kind of has to be an act of reckless optimism, right? The triumph of hope over experience?”

Many were autobiographical, not in a way that was intended as catharsis but because that was the material available to me, and sometimes, the ones I hadn’t lifted from my past turned out to be lifted from my future.

We live in a world where exceptional women have to sit around waiting for mediocre men.