Wendy Wax > Quotes

“She read novels. One book after another, sometimes at the rate of one a day, for a solid year. An acceptable form of escape that didn’t leave a hangover.”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller

“I raise my glass. We toast like the bookworms we are. "To the end of a chapter." "To Turning the page," Dorothy adds. "And Starting a new one.”
― Wendy Wax, The Break-Up Book Club

“Mallory sat propped up in bed, her laptop, appropriately enough, in her lap,”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller

“When you can sit down and produce a four-hundred-page manuscript that can transport a reader somewhere else for a spell, maybe I’ll allow you to criticize.”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller

“Steve doesn’t work here anymore.” Madeline sat in the cul-de-sac, trying to absorb the words she’d just heard. “I haven’t seen Steve since he was laid off. That was at the beginning of September. About six months ago.”
― Wendy Wax, Ten Beach Road

“whenever I do a signing or a talk, people are really curious about the business and the whole creative process.”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller

“she hated that the dress would give the network an opportunity to deduct more IQ points, though why people seemed to think large breasts destroyed gray matter, she didn’t know. Especially when it was clear that men often thought with their penises and bypassed their brains altogether.”
― Wendy Wax, Ocean Beach

“There’d been so many things she’d thought she’d known when in fact she’d barely understood the smallest thing.”
― Wendy Wax, The House on Mermaid Point

“You and I are bona fide evidence that a writer’s dreams can come true.” “Maybe we should warn them that sometimes those dreams turn into nightmares,”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller

“first”
― Wendy Wax, The Break-Up Book Club

“She wrote for years, one book after another, just trying to get somewhere. At one point, despite all the roadblocks her publisher put in her way, she hit the New York Times list and got a multimillion dollar contract with another publisher.”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller

“aversion”
― Wendy Wax, While We Were Watching Downton Abbey

“Somehow she’d clabbered together a series of student loans to get her undergraduate degree at Boston College. Her graduation gift to herself was a new name and a new city.”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller

“I got my first driver’s license in Michigan when I turned twelve.”
― Wendy Wax, Ocean Beach

“She read every author she could get her hands on who wrote a strong female protagonist who triumphed in the end.”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller

“Never let them see you sweat. Nicole Grant, former dating guru and A-list matchmaker, knew it was a bad sign when the philosophy you were living by came from a deodorant commercial.”
― Wendy Wax, Ocean Beach

“But what I wanted to capture was the connection we felt, feel, for each other. And how it enhances our work and, well, um, our lives.” Saying it out loud it sounded as if she’d been too lazy to imagine something and so had decided to rip off their lives. “Originally I thought one of the writers would have a real problem and the others would come to her aid.” Kendall looked around the table and smiled sheepishly. “I had no idea I’d be the one needing help so desperately. I’d pictured a car crash or an illness that kept the protagonist from being able to write, not an evil editor and a disappearing husband.”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller

“We’re professional liars, aren’t we? It’s our job to keep the story interesting.”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller

“Did you try his cell phone?” Adrienne’s tone was uncharacteristically tentative. “Yes.” Maddie began to back down the driveway, her mind swirling with details. How badly damaged was Edna’s kitchen? Should she have Steve go to the hospital while she checked the house? “It went right to voice mail. Isn’t he in the office? Do you know how to reach him?” There was another odd pause and then Adrienne said, “Steve doesn’t work here anymore.” Madeline’s foot found the brake of its own accord. The car jerked to a stop. “I’m sorry? Where did you say he was?”
― Wendy Wax, Ten Beach Road

“A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. . . . If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him. —EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller

“Like Pig-Pen from the Charlie Brown comic strip, her cloud hovered over her, dark and daunting and devoid of a silver lining.”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller

“it was, in fact, possible to accidentally accelerate in reverse.”
― Wendy Wax, The House on Mermaid Point

“Either way would give her a shot at covering their most pressing expenses until Malcolm Dyer was found and the remainder of their money returned. “Please, God,” she thought as she dialed the first number. “Please let them catch him soon. And please don’t make these women too difficult to deal with.”
― Wendy Wax, Ten Beach Road

“She waited for one of them to say something that might facilitate a more in-depth conversation, something that might bridge the distance between them; but neither man spoke.”
― Wendy Wax, The House on Mermaid Point

“Give a man an inch and he’ll call himself a ruler,”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller

“People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading. —LOGAN PEARSALL SMITH”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller

“A summer full of cheap food, folding chairs, and home-cooked meals. Those good times were so going to roll.”
― Wendy Wax, Ten Beach Road

“He was still telling himself to calm down, patting his pockets for a Tootsie Pop—something he hadn’t done all week—when he went into the closet and found Goldilocks surrounded by piles of his clothes and possessions, each pile organized and labeled with handwritten descriptions.”
― Wendy Wax, The House on Mermaid Point

“the number of models per square foot here on South Beach was higher than anywhere else in the world and that commercial and film shoots were common.”
― Wendy Wax, Ocean Beach

“The rest of their authors were thrown out there, much like shit flung at a wall, while the publisher waited to see who “stuck,” or so it seemed to Kendall.”
― Wendy Wax, The Accidental Bestseller