Every other sentence begins with "I love...this and that." Everything is wonderful, everything makes me happy. "I love bubbles, antique stores, sunglasses, candy apples, sparkles, spider web patterns, fresh paper, thick paper. Collecting rubber bands, toxic scents, sewing, watercolours, bells, the cheese section of the grocery store. Soft rock, visible bones, the sound of pages turning, people watching, bird calls, fountain displays, sweaty palms, teacups, talking to yourself, steamed carrots." But no, she doesn't say that common phrase. Like ever.