Jessica > Recent Status Updates

“You’re a lesbian?” I ask blankly.
“And give up my chance at scoring Gerard Butler someday? I don’t think so.”
“You’re bi,” I surmise. I’m starting to feel dizzy.
“I’m gonna be with whoever I want to. Whoever makes me feel good. I’m not going to let some stupid, like, societal need to categorize tell me that that feeling’s wrong, no
matter who’s making me feel it.”

"It warms up outside just enough to rain. Our winter wonderland turns into an icy death trap. The ten minute drive to work is enough to give me like six damn heart attacks. I’m an okay driver; apparently everyone else on the road is a psychopath." Amen to that!

"Really, it gets me feeling pretty crappy about myself. Do these people think I’m totally useless?
I’m not, for the record. I’m useful all over the place. I can figure out remote controls, no matter how many buttons are on them, and most of the time I’m an excellent jar opener. I’m a badass speller. I know how to use a semicolon. I’ve got skills."

Um, not so sure about the use of "were" for "was." That's gonna bug the hell out of me.

"Twelve hours ago, we hadn't gotten back together," I pointed out.
"Twelve hours ago, I loved you just as much as I do now," he countered.

She turned to her precious little girl, touching their noses together, and cooed, "Your idiot Uncle Emory fucked up with Uncle Nate. Yes, he did. Yes, he did."
The baby laughed, the heartless little thing.

"I wasn't sure [...] what was actually appropriate to do when getting reacquainted with someone you'd had sex with on vacation.
Should've Googled it before I left the house."

"'Why is it,' Linn said, 'that guys always have so much trouble talking about whether other guys are hot? You don't ever see women having this problem. I can tell you five gorgeous women I'd go gay for right now.'
She reeled off her list, which I could find no fault with."

"There's nothing more deflating than meeting someone whose hand collapses in yours as if mustering the wherewithal to contract a few muscles for two seconds is just too much to bear." Thank. You! Fucking hate that shit.

"Roses are red, this couch is blue, my fiancée left me, and I hope she gets the bubonic plague."

This one's for you, Jen: "We're stoic, Midwestern types; emotional displays are foreign and faddish to us." LOL.

Baseball euphemisms. I don't know whether to laugh or cringe, lol.

And what exactly was the point of that chapter...?

*Ginger Alert!*

DNF

The skimming as begun. This book's headed for a 3. Maybe. If I'm feeling generous at the end.

Wow, Jamie. Don't trip over yourself to help or anything.

And an on-page sex scene with someone besides the other MC. Ok..."

Let's hope the story itself is better than the writing...

Just read the second N.R. Walker book that I completely adored. Excuse me while I go order her entire backlist.

Is it weird that I've started to be able to tell exactly what my GR friends will rate a book based on what I gave it?

Just ran through my list of friend recommendations. What to read.. what to read...?

Checked out my recommendations today and they're all TA. Between GRs and my friends, I'm thinking I just need to break down and read them already.

Read a review today in which the reader says she grades books on a scale of 0 to Amy Lane. I laughed 'cause I do the same thing.