The Ornithologist's Field Guide to Love (Love's Academic #1)

by India Holton

ornithologists liked to keep a close eye on each other, in case of fowl play.

Haha

Hippolyta made such small talk its point was practically invisible.

her interest becoming so rich she

could have bought a small nation with it.

one catcall, and she might educate them.

silently reassuring herself that it was the whitest of lies; beige at most.

Yale! The place isn’t even two hundred

years old! It barely qualifies as a community learning center.”

Men had always been vague shapes at the edge of her awareness, rambling on about sports or telling her how to do something she’d mastered in adolescence.

feral undergraduate suffering from coffee withdrawals.

“You were right, Mr. Fettick,” he said. “Separating them from the other ornithologists was a brilliant ploy.

Words cannot express how much I hate this

After all, fun was lovely and kisses were sweet, but tenure was forever.

Indeed, the point was so far away it appeared as no more than a smudge in the distance, whereas her outrage loomed overwhelmingly large.

Beth found herself driven to the verge of frowning. Why people—?! (That was the full extent of the sentence. Extroverts need not trouble themselves asking for an explanation.)

For the first time in a life of endless academic successes, she discovered what real happiness felt like.

I would like to add a giant side-eye emoji to this

But he’d also spent many of his formative years in America, where changing the subject just when things were finally getting interesting would have led to most of the country’s history not happening.

The damage to their reputations was clearly now beyond repair (or at least, Beth’s reputation, Devon’s actually being improved)

“I apologize for the violence,” she said. “However, if people insist on equating my ladylike manner with powerlessness, they are to blame for the consequences.

It was even superior to the time she’d been about to join a faculty Christmas party when the fire alarm had gone off, forcing everyone to leave the building.

“I’ve told you, niceties don’t mean I’m nice.”

“I’m not cynical,”

“I’m realistic.

Geococcyx luna tunica (the fastest roadrunner in the West),

Lol

Gladstone’s penmanship had reached the degree of impenetrability attained only by medical doctors and senior professors

A woman felt she could do anything if she had pockets.