Shopaholic and Sister

Me too." I agree fervently. "Every film should definitely have a message." Which is true. I mean... take the Lord of the Rings movies- they've got loads of messages. Like "Don't lose your ring.

Ciao," I say casually, and flick my hair back. "Si. Ciao." I could so be Italian. Except I might have to learn a few more words.

I know this is our honeymoon. But just sometimes, I wish Luke was a girl.

I feel a bit apprehensive as I see that he's looking directly at me. But I'm not doing anything wrong, am I? I mean, it's not like stalking is against the law. Oh. Well, OK, maybe stalking is against the law. But I've only been doing it for five minutes. Surely that doesn't count. And anyway, how does he know I'm stalking anyone? I might just be sitting here for my pleasure.

Something tells me organizing a protest against your husband’s client has got to be even worse than selling his Tiffany clocks.

Material possessions aren't important to me," I say breathlessly. "All that matters to me is yoga.

But that's what happens in life. People find new friends and new sisters. It's called natural selection.

You’ve gone back to the way you used to be before. The way you promised you’d never be again.

In business, if you want to make money, you have to spend money. If you want to have a result, you have to make an investment.

I mean . . . take the Lord of the Rings movies—they’ve got loads of messages. Like “Don’t lose your ring.

The first story is all about the president washing his piano. At least I’m pretty sure that’s what presidente and lavoro pieno must mean

I can't move. I'm paralyzed in the middle of the street, like the donkey in that Aesop's fable who couldn't choose between the bales of hay. They'll find me in years to come, still frozen to the spot, clutching my credit card.