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“It made her laugh how she was a child when they wanted her to be one, yet when Leilah needed her to be a grown-up, there was no room for Aleisha to even be a teenager.”

"remember that imperfection once meant joy. Creativity."

"to see him look absolutely destroyed with desire at the site of my naked chest"
Sight???
There are so many small mistakes like this in this book series, and little plot parts that do not add up, it makes me wonder how fast they were written and published.

Ok, the book got better somewhere around half way

I think this one book is making me want to re-read the Beach Read by Emily Henry for a proper "live next door and hate your guts" kinda romance. Out of all the siblings' stories in this series so far this one is the one I like the least

Awww 😭 I have to break the habit of crying into my cereal bowl every time

“It seems to me, Annie, that you are just waiting for someone to give you permission to be yourself out loud.”

I really want Mabel and Harriet to secretly be in love with each other for the last 50 years

I guess I'm reading a book about my former shy introverted self, haha, and exactly about how my dating used to be (disastrous) 😅

"mind your own beeswax", such a lovely thing to say, borrowing that from now on

The chemistry between the mc's is really good

"He’s a little grumpy, there’s an edge to him that says careful, I might bite, but then his eyes whisper but I’ll be gentle. What a mystery he is.” 😂 indeed, what a "mystery" 😆 🤭
I'm glad I'm reading this after The Bell Jar, as I really need some laughs and light-hearted nonsensical romance

“He’s a little grumpy, there’s an edge to him that says careful, I might bite, but then his eyes whisper but I’ll be gentle. What a mystery he is.” 😂 indeed, what a "mystery" 😆 🤭
I'm glad I'm reading this after The Bell Jar, as I really need some laughs and light-hearted nonsensical romance

I also remembered Buddy Willard saying in a sinister, knowing
way that after I had children I would feel differently, I wouldn’t want to write
poems any more. So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were
married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you
went about numb as a slave in some. private, totalitarian state.

"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in
the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful
future beckoned and winked. (…) I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest"