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Maybe that’s the definition of nostalgia: getting sappy about things that are supposed to be insignificant.
a girl who liked five-paragraph essays and also fooling around in the back seat of a car.
Most of the heroes in romance novels are good with their hands.
The truth of it was that I’d probably never have the kind of luck with love the women who live in fictional seaside towns do.
“More romance novels—exactly what the world needs.”
“It must be sad,” I say, “to despise romance so much that the thought of someone else finding joy in it is so repulsive to you.”
Minimum requirements: - Loves reading - Respectable taste in music - Vegetarian
My hair should make more sense than my future.
My favorite books got happily-ever-afters—why couldn’t I?
My legacy: garbage.
Every dream dashed, every plan foiled, some by time and some by circumstance and some just because I wasn’t good enough. This was the person I wanted to be by the end of high school. A person I am now so clearly not.
GARLIC NAAN LIFTS my spirits the way only bread can.
“You’re going to miss him telling you to have a shitty day?” Kirby asks, and shakes her head. “Straights, I swear.”
The Duke’s Dirty Secret: well, that one just made me happy.
I am sick of being alone in my love for romance novels.
It felt like an obligation. You felt like an obligation
I’m the complicated one. Maybe I’m too difficult to love.
Like, I get it, ha ha, sometimes there are shirtless men on the covers. But what I’ll never understand is why people are so quick to trash this one thing that’s always been for women first. They won’t let us have this one thing that isn’t hurting anyone and makes us happy. Nope, if you like romance novels, you have zero taste or you’re a lonely spinster.”
When I finally stop talking (thank God I stop talking),
I kind of hate that I’m so married to my phone that even ten minutes without it sends me into withdrawal.
“There’s this word in Japanese: tsundoku,” Neil says suddenly. “It’s my favorite word in any language.” “What does it mean?” He grins. “It means acquiring more books than you could ever realistically read. There’s no direct translation.”
“It means more to you. You should have it.”
“Please don’t die. I have to tease you about this later.”
They know the basics about him: longtime rival, infuriating, mediocre taste in literature.
Yes, cream cheese is the food of the gods—specifically
And I love my parents, but I don’t know how to make them understand what I want when they don’t understand what I love.
guess it’s like, in my head, my writing can be as great as I want it to be. But as soon as I declare I’m a writer, I’ll have something to prove. It’s hard to admit that you think you’re good at something creative. And then it’s so much worse for women. We’re told to shrug off compliments, to scoff when someone tells us we’re good at something. We shrink ourselves, convince ourselves what we’re creating doesn’t actually matter.”
It might also be the weed cookie warping my brain again.
Romance novels should have made me less afraid.
“I wish I had more time.”
The things that mattered to us for the past four years will shift and evolve, and I imagine they’ll keep doing that forever. It’s terrifying.
Opposites attract is my favorite trope, so it made sense to start there. Because, of course, the thing about opposites: they always have a lot more in common than they think.
I’ve been looking for that earth-shattering love too, and sometimes I want it so badly, I’m convinced I could wish it into existence.
What happens in my head is better than the reality.
guess we can’t help it—we’re both book nerds.
That swipe deserves its own romance novel.
“I love Harry Styles!”
“I would guess there’s a book about that,” Mara says. “And that you’ve probably read it.”
You. Me. Back seat of my Honda Accord. Now.
I am on a Ferris wheel at midnight. It would be extremely romantic if I weren’t alone.
Your favorite daughter, cream cheese enthusiast,
The Fast and the Furious: Sensible Sedans.
“I’m in love with you. You are the most interesting person I know, and I’ve never been able to talk to anyone the way I can talk to you.
You are the best thing about this city. You are going to be the hardest to leave. I love you so much.”
I’ve given this boy the messiest parts of me, and he’s done nothing but convince me he’ll be careful with them.
“there is literally nothing I want more than you. Not even valedictorian.”
