Three Women: THE #1 SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLER

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Throughout history, men have broken women’s hearts in a particular way. They love them or half-love them and then grow weary and spend weeks and months extricating themselves soundlessly, pulling their tails back into their doorways, drying themselves off, and never calling again. Meanwhile, women wait. The more

She wanted a partner. That word meant nothing, it seemed, to anyone she knew.

She’s in her room with the lights off and she’s under the covers in her white panties and she’s moving her legs together like a deli meat slicer and she’s imagining her life in movie scenes and she’s kissing him in the rain, at his football practice, in

I put this war paint on, but underneath I’m scarred and scared and horny and tired and love you.

Sometimes there’s nothing better on earth than someone asking you a question.

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Men can frighten us, other women can frighten us, and sometimes we worry so much about what frightens us that we wait to have an orgasm until we are alone. We pretend to want things we don’t want so nobody can see us not getting what we need.

At the same time that she was grateful her secret was safe, she couldn’t understand why nobody confronted her.