chick-lit

Gideon laughed. "I like to be direct.""Okay," I said. "But I warn you, I like to be evasive, inserutable and generally send mixed messages." "I doubt it.""Human interaction is not my strong point," I told him. "Not seriously.""Seriously," I said. Thinking: There is so much about me he doesn't know. Gideon put his hand on my leg. "What's your strong point, then?""Goats," I told him. "I am excellent with goats.

I have a head for business and a body for sin. Unfortunately, the sin appears to be gluttony.

Look, this isn't about the ring or when I ever made a hamburger, which, for your information, was my senior year of college.""Right, when you almost caught our kitchen on fire.""And you dated one of the firefighters for six months. You're welcome. Back to my problem.

She might've previously veered off track and landed straight into chick lit land, but how many chick lits had the main character recognize how unpredictable life is and then apologize to those she had hurt when she tried forcing things to fit in placr?

A mysterious ability, a broken promise, a life changed forever...

Vanilla is fine but Kink is so much better...

If I didn__ have a job, I might have stayed in bed until I rotted.

It would be nice to report she lived happily ever after till the end of her days. But such cheap, cop-out one-liners belong to other uncomplicated fairy tales.

If Emrys was acting normally, like the typical self-gratifying narcissist he was, then it would have been easier to keep him in that special category of potential enemy.

I already feel like the Girl Who Lived around here.

Amie frowned. 'That__ what I can__ figure out. I mean everyone wants their happy ending, right? No one cares about reading actual literature anymore anyway. All they want is vampires and supernatural mumbo-jumbo. It__ sick, really.

People will come and go from your life for all kinds of acceptable and crappy reasons_So you__e got to be your own best friend, know who you are, and never let anyone tell you you__e something you know you__e not.

I know that you always take around because you talk so much, but I like to always know what's happening in your world.

Instead I__e built a house made of lies that have come crashing down around me.

The fact that I am marrying the man of my dreams is all that matters.

... it is easier to tell someone closer to you before you tell your partner.

It__ like my whole life my left ring finger has been lacking something, and finally it feels complete.

If you have just one person believe in you, you'll always find your way