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
people exploitation
Whenever people with money have power over people with less money, you have the potential for exploitation.
tongue conversation get-real
I get really starstruck and tongue tied when I'm around other writers and the conversation tends not to go well.
writing stories novel
If a writer writes poems and short stories and novels, but nobody ever reads them, is she really a writer?
thinking orange secret
...thinking that the world was like an orange, that I could split it open with my thumbnail and find a whole different world, the grown-up world, the secrets beneath the skin.
grateful thinking people
When you get everything you wanted, I think maybe you do have to be a little grateful for the people who got you there... whether or not they thought they were doing you any favors at the time.
mother heart body
This is motherhood for you,' said my own mother. 'Going through life with your heart outside your body.
glasses fleas thread
I don't trust happiness. I turn it over as if it were a glass at a flea market or a rug at a souk, looking for chipped rims or loose threads.
book white miracle
When I was five I learned to read. Books were a miracle to me - white pages, black ink, and new worlds and different friends in each one. To this day, I relish the feeling of cracking a binding for the first time, the anticipation of where I'll go and whom I'll meet inside.
trying found
Found, I told myself. Try to get found.
baby jobs husband
I could have told him that nothing was safe and that no matter how careful you were and how hard you tried, there were still accidents, hidden traps, and snares. You could get killed on an airplane or crossing the street. Your marriage could fall apart when you weren't looking; your husband could lose his job; our baby could get sick or die.
war book luxury
They wouldn’t have believed me, and if they had they would have wanted me to explain. And I had no explanation, no answers. When you’re on a battleground, you don’t have the luxury of time to dwell on the various historical factors and sociopolitical influences that caused the war. You just keep your head down and try to survive it, to shove the pages back in the book, close the covers and pretend that nothing’s broken, nothing’s wrong.
book sleep night
And then he left, and came back, and our lives fell apart, like a well-loved book that you’d read and read again, until one night you picked it up to read yourself to sleep and the binding collapsed, sending dozens of pages spiraling toward the floor.