Erin Blackwell is headed to college in New York City to study creative writing and earn a living as a romance novelist. Her grandmother has other plans: she approves of the college, but she wants Erin to major in business and then come back home to Kentucky to run the family's famous racehorse... read more
“Simmer down! It's like freaking Boy Scout Camp in here.”Summer
You might stumble into the road and get hit by a car.” “They will be sorry,” he said. “I will dent their car. I am strong like an ox.”Highlighted by 16 Kindle customers
When you’re starting over and anything is possible, “anything” includes an early death.Highlighted by 14 Kindle customers
You are thoroughly eggy right now. You’re like a freaking omelet.”Highlighted by 14 Kindle customers
“What do you mean, I’m your girlfriend?” What delicious blackmail was this? And was it worth the price? Perhaps I could stand it.Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
“I’m not leaving you wandering around in the night with all these drunk people and, my God, Whitfield Farrell and his fucking bowl.”Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
Note to self: when boys look back at you watching them in the darkness outside your well-lit window, but their expressions do not change, you relax, assuming they can’t really see you watching them, when they can totally see you.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
“As long as there’s no dialogue”—I spoke directly to him—“no connection between the characters, nothing really happens in this story. It’s all in the character’s head, and there’s no action.”Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
Most people did not think dirty thoughts at a time like this. Only me.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
In Pride and Prejudice, Lydia calls a neighborhood girl a “nasty little freckled thing.” Silently Elizabeth agrees. The reader is not to sympathize with Lydia, but she is to sympathize with Elizabeth. I loved Jane Austen with all my heart, but I could not forgive her for this.Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
His voice was smooth like a song as he said, “I would not love college in New York if you weren’t there.” Suddenly I was flushing hot in the freezing night. “You wouldn’t?” I whispered. “No. When I said I love it, I listed all these things I love about it. I left you out.” He let my hand go and touched his finger to my lips. “I love you.”Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
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