Pop Star (Famous, #1)

by Eden Finley

“Am I gonna have to bitch slap you upside the head for you to get it? Other people’s experiences don’t diminish your own.

“Soul mates is a bullshit notion. There are over seven billion people on the planet, and you only get one? Only one of them is your perfect match? That’s a one in seven point five billion chance of finding the love of your life.”

“Relationships break down. People change. Those who are truly in love can work at it for years and still end up apart. It doesn’t mean they weren’t in love or that they were supposed to love someone else more. It just … is what it is. Heartbreak sucks, but it’s a part of life. Putting it down to destiny or fate or any other higher deity is lazy and dismissive of the effort needed to truly make a relationship work.”

If destiny isn’t in control of our love lives, does that mean we only have ourselves to blame?

“Harley Valentine,” I say quietly. “Harley-motherfucking-Valentine. You’re a Grammy-award-winning artist with millions of fans. Your life is perfect. Blushing fiancée, millions of dollars, and you’re happy, happy, happy.”