Joycee’s Reviews > Foul Play > Status Update

Romance novels are birthday cake and life is often peanut butter and jelly. I think everyone should have lots of delicious romance novels lying around for those times when the peanut butter of life gets stuck to the roof of your mouth.
(Janet Evanovich, 1988)

“I suppose we should talk now.”

Amy cuddled next to him. “I don’t know. It seems to me we’ve just said it all.”

“Me, man…you, woman?”

“Something like that. I was thinking more along the lines of you, Mr. Elliott…me, Mrs. Elliott.”

“Lady”—Jake grinned—“you’re in luck. I have a cancellation this afternoon.”

“I’m going to ruin you and your little friend here,” the enraged cameraman ground out. “I’m gonna nail your hide to the wall.”

“Don’t mess with me,” Jake said levelly. “I specialize in neutering.”

How could she not love a man who proposed with his tie floating in his coffee? It was…real

Patio door locked with jimmy bar

(Merriam-Webster says “jimmy” = short crowbar … was one wedged under the door to lock it?)

“East Stroudsburg and Wind Gap are in Pennsylvania?”

Hours and minutes, she decided, weren’t an accurate measure of progress in a relationship. She could marry Jake tomorrow and feel absolutely confident in their future

This is my first matinee. Do you do anything different when you make love in the sunshine?

“Being in love is a painful experience. It’s…obsessive. I have all this love energy.”

Love energy. Amy thought it was a great phrase. She knew exactly what he meant. She had love energy, too

She felt as though she’d been run over by a dumptruck. She remembered Jake and decided it was a terrific dumptruck.