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“It’s fun and emotionally comforting to know more or less how the story is going to play out. I like knowing what to expect. But I will say that my standards for romantic partners are now impossibly high.”
“Okay, fine. Maybe we can talk about something other than men we can’t have tonight. Our conversations lately would one hundred percent not pass the Bechdel test,” I tease. “Feminist killjoy,” she grumbles, but she says it with love.
“Your reputation is already ruined!” “You can’t see me flipping you off right now, but it’s happening!”
read romance when I want to get away from the world. When I want to feel comforted and comfortable. I read books like yours when I want to live more deeply in it. When I want some discomfort to remind me that we all experience uncomfortable things and live through them. When I want to feel things more honestly.”
May you plant your own garden full of vibrancy and softness.
He looks at you like you’re the sun.”
“If you could say literally anything right now and put me out of my misery, I’d really appreciate it.”
“I’m going to order five stacks of pancakes and three omelets. And endless, hot coffee. I hope you are prepared to witness this,” I warn. “I’ll try to stay out of the way. I’d hate to lose a finger.” “I’d also hate for you to lose a finger,” I say suggestively, and he cackles.
He falls so perfectly into my life that it feels like he’s always been there—like putting on an old, favorite sweater on the first cold day of fall.
“When someone comes into our lives who sees into our souls in a way Mr. Evans’ manuscript would suggest he saw into yours, we hang on and don’t let go.”
