Penelope in Retrograde

by Brooke Abrams

I do, however, know that as loud and crowded as this airport is, it is not hell. Hell is where I’m going next. Hell is my parents’ home on Thanksgiving.

“You will, however, need a zester.” “You’re into some kinky shit, Butler.” “Just wait until I show you how to whip a stiff peak.” I’ve never written a foodie romance, but suddenly I’m feeling incredibly inspired.

“Happiness isn’t a place you go back to. Happiness is a place you build and rebuild and then tear down and remodel a thousand times over inside you.”