Book Lovers

by Emily Henry

That’s the thing about women. There’s no good way to be one. Wear your emotions on your sleeve and you’re hysterical. Keep them tucked away where your boyfriend doesn’t have to tend to them and you’re a heartless bitch.

I’m a grown man, Nora. I can buy my own Bigfoot erotica, thank you very much.

“I once had a sex dream about the green M&M,” Charlie says bluntly, and Libby and I descend into snorting laughter.