The Summer Place

by Jennifer Weiner

You think you know someone, then you’re locked in a house together for over a year, and it turns out, you never knew him at all.

Getting dressed was its own kind of creativity, and it satisfied her in the same primal way she imagined gathering a perfect sheaf of wheat or an unblemished handful of berries might have delighted her hunting and gathering forebearers.

Karma might not always be fast, but that bitch is always on time.

A little selfishness could be healthy. It could even save your life. That, she thought, was a message more girls and women could stand to hear, a thing that few were ever taught.