Don’t aim at success,’” he read. “‘The more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue … as the unintended side effect of one’s dedication to a course greater than oneself.’”
The Art Of Purring by David Michie
Continue reading “It’s a compliment…?”Her eyes had the golden brown sparkle of a cockroach in the sunlight. They were watery and large like chestnuts.
Hero in a Halfling by William Tyler Davis
Mom’s theory was that youthful skin would make a woman more money (true in both acting and waitressing), good underwear would make her more confident (so far, so true), and good books would make her happy (universal truth), and we’ve clearly both packed with this theory in mind.
Book Lovers by Emily Henry
Boudoir was mum’s favorite word, along with magnificent and sparkle. Gusset was her least favorite word, along with adenoid. Gill likes moon and dislikes nits, other than that he’s easy.
The Night Ship by Jess Kidd
Continue reading “Bro, I think I would know”Before I could muster the courage to ask again, he pulled a bundle of cloth from his bag and held it out for me. “You must be hungry.”
I debated pointing out that I’d eaten soup for lunch at the same table he had, and if he couldn’t remember that I’d helped myself to seconds and thirds, he certainly didn’t have a right to act like an observant, considerate Mage now. But my hands took the bundle from his, and my heavy legs decided on their own accord that it was time to sit.
The Quarter Mage by Angelina J Steffort
The problem with human connections stemmed from the false assumption that finding friendship should be easy—that with the number of people on this planet, stumbling into meaningful relationships was a statistical guarantee.
Sophie Go’s Lonely Hearts Club by Roselle Lim
I say to you, that “sucks” and “great” are the exact same thing.
You have an ice-cream cone. You’re walking down the street. The ice cream falls off the top of the cone. Hits the pavement. Sucks.
What do you say? “Great.”
Is This Anything? by Jerry Seinfeld
Continue reading “Don’t count on tomorrow”“It’s her dying wish,” Jack pointed out.
“She’s not dying,” I said.
“She’s probably not dying.”
“We’re all probably not dying. You could get hit by a bus tomorrow.”
The Bodyguard by Katherine Center
My Book Joy 