“I rolled my eyes at her image, grinning back at me from the hair dye box, and consoled myself with the thought that even the Brontë sisters must have got sick of the words Wuthering Heights from time to time.… — Patricia Caliskan Copy Share Image
“I stood, marveling at the daytime TV apparition in front of me, not sure if I could believe my eyes, feeling almost naked without… — Patricia Caliskan Copy Share Image
“I rolled my eyes at her image, grinning back at me from the hair dye box, and consoled myself with the thought that even… — Patricia Caliskan Copy Share Image
“What spa?’ mum asked, busy at the kitchen sink. She said the word spa the same way some people would say, ovarian cyst. ‘I… — Patricia Caliskan Copy Share Image
“I searched for something, but I’d forgotten how to shape sounds into language. I was a Stone Age sex-mute, reduced to communicating in grunts… — Patricia Caliskan Copy Share Image
“At times like this, I wished I were in an American Soap myself, so I could call the Hilarious Gay Guy who lived next… — Patricia Caliskan Copy Share Image
“The shocking footage of the Arazzi wedding that never was, comes just days after an anonymous blog appeared online, bearing a striking similarity to… — Patricia Caliskan Copy Share Image
“So the next time a flawless cover girl gives you that look of sleek superiority, as if she belongs to a more spectacular species… — Patricia Caliskan Copy Share Image
“I pressed Stop on my secret Movie Reunion scene and quickly changed channel to Forthcoming Features, which included dramatic all-over-body toning and finding the… — Patricia Caliskan Copy Share Image
“Disfigured!’ Luke panted down the phone. ‘I could have been disfigured! All for the sake of a girl with no feeling in her nipples!” — Patricia Caliskan Copy Share Image
“My parents bedroom was now draped in damask, air heavy with the scent of incense sticks displayed in ornate stands. On the dressing table,… — Patricia Caliskan Copy Share Image
“The airhostess kept her smile firmly in place as I stretched out my neck, beyond tense, and sick of trying to play this little… — Patricia Caliskan Copy Share Image
