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Il y a trois choses que vous devez savoir sur Janie
1) Elle est incapable d’entretenir une conversation sans fournir Trop d’Informations Inutiles, particulièrement quand elle est troublée
2) Personne ne la trouble plus que Quinn Sullivan, et
3) Elle ne sait pas comment tricoter.
Après avoir perdu son petit ami, son appartement et son travail le même jour, Janie ne peut s’empêcher de se demander quels tourments le destin lui réserve encore. A sa plus grande humiliation, Quinn Sullivan, autrement connu sous le nom de M. JoliCul, est le témoin de tout cela et n’a ensuite de cesse de réapparaître dans sa vie, comme une paire de chaussures que l’on convoite mais qu’on ne peut pas s’offrir. La seule chose à laquelle Janie ne s’attendait pas, c’est que Quinn, l’objet de ses légères -mais inoffensives- tendances obsessionnelles, lui fasse une proposition qu’elle ne peut refuser.
426 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 14, 2013








“God, Quinn, you have no idea how permanent I’d like this to be. I’d like us to be Twinkies and cockroaches, death and taxes.”

Penny is an amazing author and while NSH isn't her best work, it's still fun and easy to read. Deducted a star bc I really dislike fade-to-black sex scenes and this book had FOUR!

"It felt like we were becoming friends or, at least, friendly. I didn't see him as just a delicious piece of man meat any more. I saw him as Quinn; pushy, intelligent, frustrating, sexy Quinn who liked to tease me and thought I was smart and talented."
"If we were in Victorian England I would have called him dashing; but, since we lived in the 21st Century I would have to settle for the wordier GQ model hot.."

"You all remember McHotpants, the security guard? Well, Janie and I saw him at that new club where the naked ladies dance with the monkeys, his name is Quinn, and she went home with him after being drugged. they had breakfast together Saturday and he got her the interview for her new job."
It was like throwing Hustler magazines at sex addicts."



“At some point I would need to ask Quinn if he’d arranged the limo that took me home those weeks ago or if Vincent’s presence tonight was merely a fluke.”



“Elizabeth, where she’d continued to insist that Quinn was interested in me and I continued to find the assertion ridiculous; and, therefore, faced with such a man speaking to me in such a way I was wholly unprepared.”

“Although I tended to obsess about topics like the English vernacular, the height of the average Brazil nut tree, and international date standards, I had a habit of ignoring important details like who drugged me and how did I feel about blacking out only to wake up mostly naked in a strange apartment with seven pieces of furniture.”This is my problem with her. She NEVER truly feels the weight of her recklessness and truly understands how dangerous of a situation she'd been in. Not until her friends tells her and even then she still doesnt get it.


Sir Handsome McHotpants

You are beautiful even if you don’t believe it



It means my brain finds you more interesting than all the really interesting trivial facts I could be contemplating or researching at present








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Now let's move onto the story
Now my take on this book
‘I decided, as I succumbed to sleep, that men should come with manuals, subtitles, and reset buttons.’
‘If we were in Victorian England I would have called him dashing; but, since we lived in the 21st century I would have to settle for the wordier GQ model hot.’
“What are you doing tonight?”
“I’m meeting my knitting group at seven o’clock.”
“I didn’t know you knit.” He lifted his eyebrows.
“I don’t.”
His eyebrows lifted slightly higher . “Oh, ok. Well, how about later?”
I answered truthfully. “I was planning to sort my comic books based on level of second-wave feminist influence.”
“Because I’m not thinking about the fiber content in stain- resistant carpet.” My eyes remained stubbornly shut.
“What does that mean?”
“It means…” I lifted my lids and found him surveying me with simple curiosity. I swallowed a new thickness in my throat, knowing that I needed to tell him the truth. “It means my brain finds you more interesting than all the really interesting trivial facts I could be contemplating or researching at present.”
His answering smile was leisurely and measured. “I think that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”![]()