如果你對這位作者不熟悉，那是否看過或聽過2017年的大熱美劇《大小謊言》(Big Little Lies)呢?
除此之外，她的《別對我撒謊》(原名The Husband's Secret)一經出版立刻成為英國亞馬遜暢銷書，并穩居虛構類圖書暢銷榜第一名;在美國上市后，也飛速登上美國亞馬遜暢銷榜，并長期位居《紐約時報》暢銷榜第一名。
Early love is exciting and exhilarating. It's light and bubbly. Anyone can love like that. But after three children, after a separation and a near-divorce, after you've hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you've seen the worst and the best-- well, that sort of love is ineffable.
Just because a marriage ended didn't mean that it hadn't been happy at times.
She had always thought that exquisitely happy time at the beginning of her relationship with Nick was the ultimate, the feeling they'd always be trying to replicate, to get back, but now she realized that was wrong. That was like comparing sparkling mineral water to French champagne.
She was busy thinking about the concept of forgiveness. It was such a lovely, generous idea when it wasn't linked to something awful that needed forgiving.
But maybe every life looked wonderful if all you saw was the photo albums.
He made her more confident, funnier, smarter. He brought out all the things that were there already and let her be fully herself, so she seemed to shine with this inner light.
She said that sometimes you had to be brave enough to “point your life in a new direction.”
It was good to remember that for every horrible memory from her marriage, there was also a happy one. She wanted to see it clearly, to understand that it wasn’t all black, or all white. It was a million colors.
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going。
They would think she was savoring the taste (blueberries, cinnamon, cream-excellent), but she was actually savoring the whole morning, trying to catch it, pin it down, keep it safe before all those precious moments became yet another memory.
It seemed truly frightening that it was only by sheer chance that she had met Nick. It could so easily not have happened and then she would have had a shadowy, half-alive existence, like some sort of woodland creature who never sees sunlight, never even knowing how much she could love and how much she could be loved.