Cat and Jemima J QUOTES

3 " happens every time. She gets up to go to the bathroom, leaving her bag behind to focus very intently on walking in a straight line. She’s not drunk, she tells herself, but finally starting to relax. The worry of losing her job to the dreadful Louise is starting to recede, and life is looking rosy again, despite no plan and no viable ideas. In the bathroom mirror she "

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4 " under Polly’s eyes, her gaunt cheeks, and her shaking hands as she poured the tea. * * * Cat watches as her cab winds its way through the streets of Soho, thinking she would never stoop to that. It’s the lowest of the low. We’re supposed to be features writers, not news hacks. But behind her mutterings, behind her disdain, as unwilling as she is to admit it, lies a ribbon of insecurity. The Daily Gazette is the best paper she could ever imagine working for, but Cat, just past her mid-twenties, has yet to prove herself with a big story. She’s proving adept at the smaller fluff pieces—How to wear a scarf in thirty different ways! How to put the romance back into your marriage! (As if she would know anything about that.) How to revamp your wardrobe in five easy steps! But the big interviews, the ones that Poppy "

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5 " Of course,” reassured Cat, who then promised to not only send the actress the piece before it went in (her editor would have killed her—what "

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6 " * * * Cat likes to think of herself as a nice person. But right now she is sitting in the back of a taxi snarling every time she thinks of Louise, and the glory now being heaped upon her since she got an exclusive interview with Polly Goldman, in which the soap star talked about her drug bust. “Louise isn’t even a bloody news journalist,” Cat mutters to herself, as the cabby slides the glass panel open, half-turning his head and shouting: “What was that love? Did you say something?” “Nothing.” Cat attempts a bright smile before sinking back in her seat and muttering some "

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7 " Jealousy is a horrible emotion, envy even worse. * * * Cat likes to think of herself as a nice person. But right now she is sitting in the back of a taxi snarling every time she thinks of Louise, and the glory now being heaped upon her since she got an exclusive interview with Polly Goldman, in which the soap star talked about her drug bust. “Louise isn’t even a bloody news journalist,” Cat mutters to herself, as the cabby "

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8 " World rather than the Daily Gazette! When the story came out, everyone gathered excitedly round Louise asking how she did it. She said she sat on the doorstep overnight, pressing the intercom every hour, explaining to Polly Goldman how her mortification over being caught could be assuaged by offering an exclusive to the Daily Gazette. By morning, poor Polly Goldman, exhausted by being woken up every hour by this woman who clearly wasn’t going away, reluctantly asked her in, and boom! The story was Louise’s, complete with descriptions of the bags under Polly’s eyes, her gaunt cheeks, and her shaking hands as she poured the "

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9 " slides the glass panel open, half-turning his head and shouting: “What was that love? Did you say something?” “Nothing.” Cat attempts a bright smile before sinking back in her seat and muttering some more. She wouldn’t mind if it had been anyone else on the women’s desk who had scored an exclusive, but Louise! She isn’t even staff, she’s freelance for God’s sake. Not a full-time freelance like Cat, but God knows she’d like to be. As soon as Louise walked into the office, Cat saw how ambitious she was, willing to do whatever it took to get a story. She didn’t get an exclusive with Polly Goldman by asking for it, she doorstepped her as if she worked for the News of the "

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10 " Cat watches as her cab winds its way through the streets of Soho, thinking she would never stoop to that. It’s the lowest of the low. We’re supposed to be features writers, not news hacks. But behind her mutterings, behind her disdain, as unwilling as she is to admit it, lies a ribbon of insecurity. The Daily Gazette is the best paper she could ever imagine working for, but Cat, just past her mid-twenties, has yet to prove herself with a big story. She’s proving adept at the smaller fluff pieces—How to wear a scarf in thirty different ways! How to put the romance back into your marriage! (As if she would know anything about that.) How to revamp your wardrobe in five easy steps! "

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11 " sometimes gets, and now the one that that dreadful Louise has got … well, those have always evaded her. Cat knows what the problem is. She’s too damn nice. She has interviewed plenty of celebrities, during each of which she forgets that she’s a journalist, there to interview someone well-practiced in the art of talking to people. Within a few minutes, she starts to believe that they are in fact friends. She is seduced every time. In fact a few months ago, while interviewing a television star, said television "

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12 " the most wholesome show imaginable. This would have been a huge story; a story that might have made Cat’s career. But as soon as she had finished talking about the abortion, the actress’s face fell. “I can’t believe I told you that,” she whispered, as her eyes filled with fear. Cat was already imagining the headlines. “I can’t have that in the paper. Please. That has to be off the record.” “Of course,” reassured Cat, who then promised to not only send the actress the piece before it went in (her editor would have killed her—what kind of a tabloid journalist is that?), "

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13 " She always does. Which is perhaps why she would never have got the exclusive Louise was crowing about all day. Cat would never have had the temerity, or, let’s face it, basic lack of manners to sit on someone’s doorstep, uninvited, and pester some poor woman until she had no choice but to invite her in. How rude! But now Louise is getting all the glory. Worse, she might get offered the staff position that Cat has so desperately been waiting for, the staff position that is coming up in just a couple of months. It can’t go to Louise. It just can’t. Cat needs it more than she does. All she has to do is come up with a great "

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14 " says, suddenly, spotting a restaurant/bar on Kingly Street she has always quite liked. It’s a bar she wrote about when it first opened, the chef letting her spend the day in the kitchen to get a true feel. She hasn’t been here for a while and the chef has long since moved on, but it is the perfect bar to have a couple of glasses of wine in a quiet corner while she gets out her notepad and jots down ideas. She needs ideas because time is running out. She needs to find a big story, and fast. "

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15 " Most of the time, when I’m facing an evening on my own, I am absolutely fine. If anything, I relish that alone time, when my daughter is with her father; the luxury of eating whatever I want to eat, the relief at not having to provide "

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17 " knows what the problem is. She’s too damn nice. She has interviewed plenty of celebrities, during each of which she forgets that she’s "

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18 " talking to people. Within a few minutes, she starts to believe that they are in fact friends. She is seduced every time. In fact a few months ago, "

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19 " I had absolutely no idea what to say to him, this man I had struggled "

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20 " Cat watches "

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