I Chose To Publish The First 'shopaholic'

I Feel All Agitated, Like One Of Those Snow Globes You See Resting Peacefully On Shop Counters. I Was Perfectly Happy Being An Ordinary, Dull Little Swiss Village. But Now Jack Harper’s Come And Shaken Me Up, And There Are Snowflakes All Over The Place, Whirling Around Until I Don’t Know What I Think Anymore. And Bits Of Glitter, Too. Tiny Bits Of Shiny, Secret Excitement.

Our Whole Family Thrives Under Pressure. It's Like Our Family Motto Or Something. Apart From My Brother Peter, Of Course. He Had A Nervous Break Down. But The Rest Of Us.

There's Nothing Like Your Mother's Sympathetic Voice To Make You Want To Burst Into Tears.

Why On Earth Declutter When You Can Just Shrinkwrap?

I Had No Plans To Be A Writer. My Teenaged Bid For Stardom Was To Be A Pop Star... Which, Ahem, Didn't Exactly Work Out.