Paisley was never simply there. Shane was, and still is, too shallow and self-involved to see. Paisley wasn’t a background character. She was the whole damn story. A complicated plot, interwoven with subplots. A riveting main character. Internal conflict mixed with shifting goals. Shane was never man enough to read her story. But me? I’m immersed in it. Forget slowly diving in, I’m already lost in her pages. I was hooked on page one, sentence one. Do I have a favorite book? Sure do. The tale of Paisley Royce. And I’ll be damned if it doesn’t end in a happily ever after.
