Yet here we are, two children and a broken promise later, standing before each other, just the way we stood that day at the alter, with equal parts love and hope. And once again, I close my eyes, ready to… — Emily Giffin Copy Share
Sure, we were friends who exchanged soulful glances, friends who slept in a bed filled with sexual tension, friends who found any excuse to touch, but I worried that we'd never take that perilous leap of faith toward becoming a… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
I try to have something in common with my protagonists, especially when I'm writing in the first person. — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
I think exercise is critical to my writing and an essential way to recharge. — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
“Well, anyway… it’s over,” I say, realizing that those two words lump me right in with a hoard of naive women who say it’s… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
There are two kinds of sorry. There is the sorry imbued with regret. And a pure sorry. The kind that is merely asking for… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
Throw in the intensity of emotions that come with that bittersweet summer sandwiched between high school graduation and the rest of your life... — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
“It occurs to me that she is not unique--that all women compare lives. We are aware of whose husband works more, who helps more around the house, who makes more money, who is having more sex. We compare our children, taking note of who is sleeping through the night, eating their vegetables, minding their manners, getting into the right schools.… — Emily Giffin Copy Share
“I desperately want to feel that way again. To be in a relationship that I’m not trying to script or water down. It’s about… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
I always find something in common with my protagonist, particularly when I write in the first person. — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
I find my voice and manage to say those three one-syllable words back to him. Words I haven't uttered in a very, very long… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
