It’s past two in the morning. You’re on your third glass of wine. You’re wearing his sweater because it still smells like him (and quite frankly, he never really smelled that great, but we’ll give it to you). Stamp out that dumb French cigarette and put down that phone. No really, don’t make that call. Why? Because you’re not that girl, looking for another chance with someone who has proven himself unworthy of your greatness. You’re not that girl, sitting alone with a box of tissues when a world full of possibilities waits outside her door. Starting right here, right now, it’s time to dry your tears, put down that pint of ice cream, log out of his email, and open this book to chapter one--and start turning your breakup into a break-over.