The Twelve Days of Dash & Lily (Dash & Lily #2)

by Rachel Cohn

She showed me her favorite dessert at Levain…which was basically all of them.

I love how you suggested I never read a Nicholas Sparks book, and when I did read one because I was curious, and then read some more, I love you for how confused and offended and downright angry you were. Not that I’d read them, but that I adored them. I love debating literary snobbery with you, and that you can at least recognize that even if you don’t like “pandering, insincere, faux romantic garbage,” that lots of other people—including your girlfriend—do.

she didn’t suffer fools gladly, but she’d gladly make a fool suffer.

They also have one rogue tribesman: Great-Uncle Rocco, their other brother, who no one talks to except when they have to, because he’s not very nice, and he lives in that outer, outer borough known as Staten Island.

“You never told me your father is Canadian.” “Does it matter?” Dash asked. “Of course it matters!” said Grandpa. But it was a defensive reaction. We all knew it didn’t matter. The shock was, we all knew about Dash’s dad. “But your dad’s—” I didn’t want to come out and say it. Such a rhymes-with-ick. Mrs. Basil E. spared me having to speak the harsh language aloud. She snapped, “Not all Canadians are nice, Lily. Don’t be so naïve. Dashiell, we’ll take custody of you on Canadian Thanksgiving.