Jennifer Weiner
Jennifer Weiner
Jennifer Weiner is an American writer, television producer, and former journalist. She is based in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth28 March 1970
CityDe Ridder, LA
CountryUnited States of America
broken sound doe
Is it still there?" I asked, staring at his head, bent over, as he wedged the stethoscope beneath my left breast. And then, before I could stop myself, "Does it sound broken?
trying found
Found, I told myself. Try to get found.
book kids firsts
I wrote my first books when I was single and then I got married and then had a kid and there were different things happening in my life.
rocks machines coke
They say - "they" being the great philosophers, or possibly the cast of Seinfeld - that breaking up is like pushing over a Coke machine. You can't just do it, you have to set the thing in motion, rock it back and forth a few times.
writing wish would-be
If you wish for something hard enough, the fairy tales teach us, you can get it in the end. But it's hardly ever the way you thought it would be, and the endings aren't always happy ones.
college fiction hot
Read everything. Read fiction and non-fiction, read hot best sellers and the classics you never got around to in college.
inspirational inspiring believe
The difference between people who believe they have books inside of them and those who actually write books is sheer cussed persistence - the ability to make yourself work at your craft, every day - the belief, even in the face of obstacles, that you've got something worth saying.
writing presumptuous
The idea you can tell a writer of a specific religion to stop writing about that religion is presumptuous.
strong people new-life
I will love myself, and my body, for what it can do- because it is strong enough to lift, to walk, to ride a bicyle up a hill, to embrace the people I love and hold them fully, and to nurture a new life. I will love myself because I am sturdy. Because I did not -will not- break.
grief years stones
I didn’t feel anything but a bone-deep weariness. Like I was suddenly a hundred years old, and I knew at that moment I would have to live a hundred more years, carrying my grief around like a backpack full of stones.
mother forever hot
I decided.. that I could go on being scared forever, that I could keep walking, that I could carry my rage around, hot and heavy in my chest forever. But maybe there was another way. You have everything you need, my mother had told me. And maybe all I needed was the courage to admit that what I needed was someone to lean on.
divorce
I have the best divorce of anyone I've heard of.
book writing names
If you write chick lit, and if you're a New Yorker, and if your book becomes the topic of pop-culture fascination, the paper might make dismissive and ignorant mention of your book. If you write romance, forget about it. You'll be lucky if they spell your name right on the bestseller list.
long singers would-be
Many writers secretly long to be performers. You always get the 'if you weren't a writer' question. I would be a back-up singer, to stand in the back and go like 'do, do, do.