Sunday Sentence.

Bringing it back!  Well, for a week at least.

This was for several reasons, all of them focused around the infinitely superior and enviable lives of fictional heroines to real-life people. Take romance for instance. Fictional women in romance novels never get their period. They never have morning breath. They orgasm seventeen times a day. And they never seem to have jobs with bosses. These clean, well-satisfied, perma-minty-breathed women have fulfilling careers as florists, bakery owners, hair stylists, or some other kind of adorable small business where they decorate all day. If they do have a boss, he’s a cool guy (or gal) who’s invested in the woman’s love life. Or, he’s a super hot billionaire trying to get in her pants. My boss cares about two things: Am I on time? Are all my patients alive and well at the end of my shift? And the men in romance novels are too good to be true; but I love it, and I love them. Enter stage right the independently wealthy venture capitalist suffering from the ennui of perfection until a plucky interior decorator enters stage left and shakes up his life and his heart with perky catch phrases and a cute nose that wrinkles when she sneezes.

Penny Reid, Beauty and the Mustache: A Philosophical Romance

Yes, of course I’m still reading my beloved romance novels.  I loved this quote about reading said books.  (And yes, I would recommend the book this came from).

Sunday Sentence.

The despair in books was a distant, safe thing. She’d thought she understood the depth of the emotion as she read through the pages of her beloved books, her life touching those of men and women long dead. She’d felt for them, cried for them, tried to breathe for them when they no longer breathed. And then, she’d been able to close the book and place it on its shelf, the words trapped between the leather covers.  ~ My Lady Jane, Cynthia Hand, Brodi Ashton, and Jodi Meadows
I sincerely enjoyed this book.  For anyone in the market for something wonderfully creative, I highly recommend the novel.

Sunday Sentence.

Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”

Kissing in America by Margo Rabb

There were parts of this book I liked… The set up was great, but the third act really fell apart.  Still, there was some decent characterization and a few lines that worked for me.

Sunday Sentence.

I was, in my heart, a reader, which really, then, was the beginning of it all, since writers are just readers who need a job.” — Carolynn Carreño, author of the forthcoming cookbook Bowls of Plenty

It’s still Sunday in the States!  My mother in law sent this to me (as part of a larger quote) and it struck a chord with me.  The reference ‘reading’ above is EB White, one of the authors I first fell in love with when I started reading (and haven’t looked back).

Sunday Sentence.

“And to all the little girls who are watching this, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams.”

Hillary Clinton

I’m not even close to getting over what happened last week and what is continuing to happen in the States right now.  #ImStillWithHer