More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
For the daydreamers.
The cover is humiliating. I don’t know who made the executive decision to put naked male torsos on romance novels, but I have a sneaking suspicion that some big-shot marketing executive wanted to shame me into buying an e-reader so I wouldn’t have to be seen holding this in public.
My roommates call me a hopeless romantic. I let them. It’s nicer than being called a lonely hermit.
“Unfortunately, leaving this desk to help cranky kids with their homework isn’t in my job description.”
She doesn’t like the idea that he might love her for her intelligence or her beauty.
she doesn’t want his love to be conditional.”
“But I have a social life. I party, in my own way. My roommates and I do wine and movie nights every Thursday and boozy brunches on Sundays.”
“Thursdays and Sundays, you party.”
“And on Fridays, you sit behind that front desk reading porn.”
he’s smiling at me like he’s found the last corner piece of an elaborate jigsaw puzzle.
“There’s a reason you love that poem so much.”
You don’t want to give up control, and you don’t want to do anything if you can’t look up spoilers for the end.
a girl stumbling headfirst into a fantasy.
“I’ve never kissed anyone sober,”
“Then practice on me,” he offers. “I’m here. I’m all yours.”
But Vincent doesn’t seem to mind that I’m not perfect, and maybe that’s all that matters.
Life is far too short to let my shot at feeling like I’m in a romance novel pass me by.
the story isn’t over.
I let my eyelids flutter closed, embracing my newest kink: being read to.
“The trick to most poetry is context. It’s like talking to a person. The more you know about where they’re coming from, the easier it is to understand them.”
I’m tired of feeling like all the best parts of my life have been lived inside my own head.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Kendall. And I’ve read every goddamned poem Elizabeth Barrett Browning ever wrote. In three weeks. For fun.”
