I felt like a Jane Austen heroine all of a sudden ..., confusedly looking on at all the people she loves, their myriad unpredictable couplings and uncouplings. ... Just jokes and friendships and romances and delicious declarations of independence. ... We none of us knew for sure what kind we were, exactly, but as long as we were the kind that could sit around eating together and having a lovely time, that was enough.

-- "Julie and Julia,"
by Julie Powell