“She’s not going to eat. “Don’t rain on my parade, Anastasia.” “I’ll eat later, when my stomach’s woken up. About seven thirty, okay?” “Okay.” I can’t force her. She looks defiant and stubborn. “I want to roll my eyes at you,” she says. Oh, Ana, bring it on. “By all means, do, and you will make my day.”

“She’s not going to eat. “Don’t rain on my parade, Anastasia.” “I’ll eat later, when my stomach’s woken up. About seven thirty, okay?” “Okay.” I can’t force her. She looks defiant and stubborn. “I want to roll my eyes at you,” she says. Oh, Ana, bring it on. “By all means, do, and you will make my day.”

— E.L. James