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How dare you start the story off burning gingerbread. I looooove gingerbread.

I will say I, I think all of these shorts are of women in their thirties and I enjoy that.

Was it “Meet Me in the Margins” where they warned authors about using unnecessary words? Do I know what “effervesced” means? Yes. In this case her blood was bubbling in her veins. So why couldn’t we just say that?

I mean… that’s what you want to hear, but they just learned each others names 24 hours ago.

“How many grilled cheeses should I make you?” Evie asks me then, totally nonchalant. “Three or four?”That seals it. I’m marrying her, come hell or high water.”

OVER SOME GRILLED CHEESE?!

So it’s just gonna be 50 pages of smut? SMH I guess

“I’m not interested in anything serious.”

So ghetto

Ok, so the book has gotten better. I just didn’t particularly like Grinchy Kira.

It’s weird that the town is just imposing on Bennett’s stay. Jeannie isn’t helping. And Kira is especially rude.

“I want to be there when you have a terrible day at the hospital, and be the one who reminds you that you are a fantastic doctor. I want to introduce you to every single person I’ve ever met as my wife. I want to travel back to Illinois with you for the holidays. I want the two of us to be on the same team when we play Pictionary with our families, and—”

A drawer full of photos of her? AWW!🥺

He’s always been like this when it comes to things he wants—ravenous. Larger than life. Acquisitive. And that’s why it’s not good for me to be here, with him. Marc makes my heart leap and my body glow and my brain rest, and that’s not something I could bear to have and then let go of. Whenever I’m with him, I become greedy and reckless, and . . .It’s too late, anyway. I had my chance and I blew it.

Using words like “incongruously” and “vehemently” in the first chapter alone? Ali, my girl… I have missed you immensely.

Is it me? Every time I pick up The Christmas Tree Farm I put it right back down and read a different Christmas book.

“ Kisses trailed along the column of her spine, starting from her waist to the back of her neck. They felt like heaven against her skin”

I wish more books mentioned how intimate kisses on the back and spine are.

“I don’t like anyone the first time I meet them, especially when I’m preoccupied. Doesn’t mean I don’t have eyes. What’s so funny?”

Sounds like Samantha.

So Knox likes Bee.
Bee likes Knox.
Knox used to be engaged Clover.
Clover ran into Hailey.
Hailey is the girl who Clover loved but settled for Knox.
I think Beth might have a thing for Clover.
Clover finds Beth intimidating.
Beth and Bee are twins.

“At best, she had champagne problems.”

So Clover’s gay? Who truly cares. Why didn’t Knox sense that?

Poor Clover. I like Jimmy and Knox’s relationship.

Now that I’m done with chapter one, I’m hoping this book is like “The Holiday” Christmas movie. I love that movie!

Because I definitely feel as if there’s more I can do with my degree in English Education. I’m tired of teaching and have so many other gifts and talents.

“Some of you have never had to be the only person in a friend group to miss a sleepover because your immigrant parents didn’t trust other people, and it shows. Culturally, sleepovers are not something that I am familiar with. But television has a way of indoctrinating children into a belief system of what constitutes “normal” …”

Ziwe’s recount of the Airbnb incident is both infuriating and unsurprising, a stark reminder of the audacity some white people have in dismissing or feigning ignorance of racism. The owner’s detached apology, paired with the claim of never hearing of “Justin,” reeks of performative innocence rather than accountability.

“Weeks later I left a review for the Airbnb host and mentioned the incident. The owner apologized and told me he had never heard of Justin.”

Ziwe’s metaphor, comparing racism to a box of chocolates, cleverly highlights its unpredictability, but the essay’s strength lies in its sharp cultural observations. The paragraph juxtaposes the invisibility of Blackness in homogenous Black communities with the hypervisibility of being “the first” in others, capturing a universal yet deeply personal experience.

“Racism is like a box of chocolates: You never know what you’re going to get. In some countries and on one very specific continent, no one pays much attention to the fact that you are black, because everyone else is black. In other countries,6 you are the first black person that locals have ever seen. They respond by treating you like an alien that they point and gawk at as you pass through public spaces.”

Trying to remember who recommended this book.

Door slamming?

“Horror dawns on me. Oh, fuck! I’ve been a total jerk for years. No wonder she hates my guts. I always called her Gremlin affectionately, because she was so small and cuddly and, well, yes, prone to mischief. But I never meant to offend her.”

Definitely not a cute nickname