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Another book: The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat. Silly bloody fool, he thought, confident that it was not a mistake he would ever make.

-- and for one moment she contemplates how pleasant it would feel to hurl the wretched thing into the Thames, watch the phone hit the water like half a brick. But she would have to remove the SIM card first, which would deaden the symbolism somewhat, and such dramatic gestures are for films and TV. Besides, she can't afford to buy another phone.

Living in her University town was like staying on at a party that everyone else had left.

"When I was younger everything seemed possible. Now nothing does."

She still didn't seem to know what to do with her hands or where to look, (...)

Emma had always envied those people who spoke their minds, who said what they felt without attention to social nicety. She had never been one of those people, but even so now felt an F-sound forming on her bottom lip.

She was having a wonderful time, she said, but she didn't like to laugh in company because she didn't like what laughter did to her face.

Then, without quite knowing how it happened, Dexter finds that he has fallen in love, and suddenly life is one long mini-break.

They sat in silence in the wreckage of the evening in front of two plates of unwanted food and she thought that she might cry.

Now there's a war in Europe and she has personally done absolutely nothing to stop it. Too busy shopping for furniture.