Fortune and Glory: Tantalizing Twenty-Seven (Stephanie Plum, #27)

by Janet Evanovich

“You realize you left your gun back there?” “Yeah, I’m gonna have to replace it. I’ll detour to the hair salon on Stark when I go home today. Lolita Sue always has a nice collection. I get all my guns from her.” “You don’t get them at a gun shop?” “Hell, no. You gotta fill out all those forms and go through a bunch of crap. All I do with Lolita Sue is give her a couple bucks.”

You think you know someone and then next thing they tell you is that they want a Chihuahua named Chardonnay.

I’d acquired a laundry list of things worth crying about. My love life. My job. My apartment. My squint lines. My inability to cook, shoot, figure out streaming, understand the cloud, or complete any of the books recommended by Oprah.

“I’m very sensitive to pain because of my PTSD.” “PTSD is serious,” Grandma said. “Where were you stationed?” “Newark,” Potts said. Grandma nodded. “That explains it.”

What’s your dream job?” Potts asked. “I don’t know. I might want to be Indiana Jones.” “That wouldn’t be my choice,” Potts said. “He was always getting beat up and shot at and once a monkey tried to poison him.

I didn’t have a bucket list. My bucket was empty. “I haven’t gotten around to making a bucket list,” I said. “Do you think that’s a personal failure?” “No. You’re busy living every day. That’s a personal triumph.”

I wanted to reinvent myself and I didn’t know where to begin.” “Everyone wants to be a better version of themselves,” he said. “It’s easy for you because you just needed a new jacket. For some other people the job is more complicated.”

Besides, no one hardly ever gets shot at a viewing. That’s usually reserved for the funeral.”

“Maybe that’s why God gave us death. So, we remember to love what’s alive.”

it’s good to be cautious. It’s not good to be fearful. Fear isn’t a productive emotion.