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“I have no idea how she reads romance novels where the plot is drawn out chapter after chapter until there is some resolution, only for some conflict to pop up so it can be drawn out another ten chapters.”
― Becky Monson, Speak Now: or Forever Hold Your Peace

“Men aren’t really complicated. They are very simple, literal creatures. They usually mean what they say. And we spend hours trying to analyze what they’ve said—when really it’s obvious.”
― Becky Monson, Speak Now: or Forever Hold Your Peace

“As I turn to check for the thousandth time (I’m not even sure that’s an exaggeration), that everything is ready in the back, in walks Ian, followed by Maureen. I won’t lie . . . there were scenarios (or fantasies) going through my head earlier in which Ian came through the door alone, devastated that Maureen dumped him, or that she died on the way here. I’m ashamed of the latter fantasy. But I can’t help my thoughts, even though I did entertain the notion for longer than I’d want to admit.”
― Becky Monson, Speak Now: or Forever Hold Your Peace

“How do I gently say via text that I would rather eat chili peppers on the hottest day of the year in the Sahara with no water, than go to his wedding?”
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“She’s a gold digger. I know she is,” she says through sniffles. “Well . . .” I taper off. I don’t know what to say here. Is this even appropriate? My ex-boyfriend’s mother—an ex whom, until very (very) recently, I was pining over—is now venting to me about his new fiancée. Awkward is probably the most appropriate word to describe it. “You know she doesn’t love him. You saw her! Why would that pencil-thin witch be interested in my son? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think Adam is handsome, of course. But not handsome enough for that slut-looking-supermodel. I pictured my Adam with someone more plain, you know? Like you.” She gestures over to me. Ouch. And here I was thinking my tailored, black shorts paired with a white button-down shirt, and the most amazing Kenneth Cole platform sandals, looked more than plain. Silly me.”
― Becky Monson, Speak Now: or Forever Hold Your Peace