The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

shots of her from the early ’60s with long, straight hair and soft, thick bangs and wearing short-shorts.

Love the descriptiveness and writing style. writing feels very accessible and girl next door style but maybe that's just this specific book

“That’s just the way I like it as well,” Evelyn says, and I’m embarrassed to admit it thrills me. I feel as if I’ve pleased her.

I squealed I felt the same way HAHA

charisma is “charm that inspires devotion.”

“Let me know if you want to make ’em true.” I should have kept quiet. I should have just smiled nicely. But instead, I said, “Don’t hold your breath.”

Don was happy to be near the flower, to look at the flower, to appreciate the flower simply being.

in love and lust for the very first time.

Very interesting she clarified both

what I loved about him was that he was ready to become the most powerful person in any room by becoming the most adored.

People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth.

What’s that saying? Behind every gorgeous woman, there’s a man sick of screwing her? Well, it works both ways. No one mentions that part.

LMAOOO

I’m just saying it’s not so great being loved for something you didn’t do.

Interesting

“Yeah, yeah,” I told him. “And I’ve got a bridge in Brooklyn to sell you.”

Cute line

Celia St. James, America’s Sweetheart, attended as the maid of honor, and her fabulous hubby, John Braverman, served as the best man.

WILDDDDDDDDD

It really makes you think, doesn’t it? That people were so eager to believe we were swapping spouses but would have been scandalized to know we were monogamous and queer?

But he didn’t mean handsome for me. He meant handsome for the pictures he’d be taking with me. My heart tore just a little as we boarded the plane. It split further and further as I watched him read the magazine during the flight.

I loved being able to show a part of myself that I had long buried. I was happy to find that when I dug it up, that part was still there, waiting for me.

Love this

You don’t have to make yourself OK for a good mother; a good mother makes herself OK for you.