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“At first we had so much to catch up on we were talking a hundred words a second, barely even listening to the ends of one another's sentences before moving onto the next. And there was laughing. Lots of laughing. Then the laughing stopped and there was this silence. What the hell was it?

It was like the world stopped turning in that instant. Like everyone around us had disappeared. Like everything at home was forgotten about. It was as if those few minutes on this world were created just for us and all we could do was look at each other. It was like he was seeing my face for the first time. He looked confused but kind of amused. Exactly how I felt. Because I was sitting on the grass with my best friend Alex, and that was my best friend Alex's face and nose and eyes and lips, but they seemed different. So I kissed him. I seized the moment and I kissed him,”
― Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie

“Ruby: ...What's so good about being 20? I call them the materialist years. The years we get distracted by all the bullshit. Then we cop on when we hit our 30s and spend those years trying to make up for the 20s. But your 40s? Those years are for enjoying it.

Rosie: Hmmm good point. What are the 50s for?

Ruby: Fixing what you fucked up in your 40s.

Rosie: Great. Looking forward to it.”
― Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie

“I'm hungry for a juicy life. I lean out my window at night and I can taste it out there, just waiting for me.”
― Brigid Lowry, Guitar Highway Rose

“they do not kiss
but they both want to
instead their feet touch and so do their arms
it is electric magic
their tiny arm hairs tingling
happily lying together
the sun warming them
watching sky through green-leafed gum branch
close enough to hear each other breathe
sweet togetherness
this lazy lying down dance of love”
― Brigid Lowry, Guitar Highway Rose

“Rose LeBlanc got her name for a reason. She was full of fucking thorns. She was so beautiful鈥攕o ridiculously, unbelievably alluring鈥攖hat just like real roses, she grew little spikes to protect herself. Because everyone wanted to have her.”
― L.J. Shen, Ruckus

“A nod is as good as a wink to a blind badger.”
― Louise Rennison, Away Laughing on a Fast Camel

“Rosie laughed in a not too reassuring way if you like sane laughter.”
― Louise Rennison, Away Laughing on a Fast Camel

“FatherMichael has entered the room
Wildflower: Ah don鈥檛 tell me you鈥檙e through a divorce yourself Father?
SureOne: Don鈥檛 be silly Wildflower, have a bit of respect! He鈥檚 here for the ceremony.
Wildflower: I know that. I was just trying to lighten the atmosphere.
FatherMichael: So have the loving couple arrived yet?
SureOne: No but it鈥檚 customary for the bride to be late.
FatherMichael: Well is the groom here?
SingleSam has entered the room
Wildflower: Here he is now. Hello there SingleSam. I think this is the first time ever that both the bride and groom will have to change their names.
SingleSam: Hello all.
Buttercup: Where鈥檚 the bride?
LonelyLady: Probably fixing her makeup.
Wildflower: Oh don鈥檛 be silly. No one can even see her.
LonelyLady: SingleSam can see her.
SureOne: She鈥檚 not doing her makeup; she鈥檚 supposed to keep the groom waiting.
SingleSam: No she鈥檚 right here on the laptop beside me. She鈥檚 just having problems with her password logging in.
SureOne: Doomed from the start.
Divorced_1 has entered the room
Wildflower: Wahoo! Here comes the bride, all dressed in . . .
SingleSam: Black.
Wildflower: How charming.
Buttercup: She鈥檚 right to wear black.
Divorced_1: What鈥檚 wrong with misery guts today?
LonelyLady: She found a letter from Alex that was written 12 years ago proclaiming his love for her and she doesn鈥檛 know what to do.
Divorced_1: Here鈥檚 a word of advice. Get over it, he鈥檚 married. Now let鈥檚 focus the attention on me for a change.
SoOverHim has entered the room
FatherMichael: OK let鈥檚 begin. We are gathered here online today to witness the marriage of SingleSam (soon to be 鈥淪am鈥�) and Divorced_1 (soon to be 鈥淢arried_1鈥�).
SoOverHim: WHAT?? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?
THIS IS A MARRIAGE CEREMONY IN A DIVORCED PEOPLE CHAT ROOM??
Wildflower: Uh-oh, looks like we got ourselves a gate crasher here. Excuse me can we see your wedding invite please?
Divorced_1: Ha ha.
SoOverHim: YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK, COMING IN HERE AND TRYING TO
UPSET OTHERS WHO ARE GENUINELY TROUBLED.
Buttercup: Oh we are genuinely troubled alright. And could you please STOP SHOUTING.
LonelyLady: You see SoOverHim, this is where SingleSam and Divorced_1 met for the first time.
SoOverHim: OH I HAVE SEEN IT ALL NOW!
Buttercup: Sshh!
SoOverHim: Sorry. Mind if I stick around?
Divorced_1: Sure grab a pew; just don鈥檛 trip over my train.
Wildflower: Ha ha.
FatherMichael: OK we should get on with this; I don鈥檛 want to be late for my 2 o鈥檆lock. First I have to ask, is there anyone in here who thinks there is any reason why these two should not be married?
LonelyLady: Yes.
SureOne: I could give more than one reason.
Buttercup: Hell yes.
SoOverHim: DON鈥橳 DO IT!
FatherMichael: Well I鈥檓 afraid this has put me in a very tricky predicament.
Divorced_1: Father we are in a divorced chat room, of course they all object to marriage. Can we get on with it?
FatherMichael: Certainly. Do you Sam take Penelope to be your lawful wedded wife?
SingleSam: I do.
FatherMichael: Do you Penelope take Sam to be your lawful wedded husband?
Divorced_1: I do (yeah, yeah my name is Penelope).
FatherMichael: You have already e-mailed your vows to me so by the online power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride. Now if the witnesses could click on the icon to the right of the screen they will find a form to type their names, addresses, and phone numbers. Once that鈥檚 filled in just e-mail it off to me. I鈥檒l be off now. Congratulations again.
FatherMichael has left the room
Wildflower: Congrats Sam and Penelope!
Divorced_1: Thanks girls for being here.
SoOverHim: Freaks.
SoOverHim has left the room”
― Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie

“Dean 鈥楻uckus鈥� Cole was a different kind of asshole to Baron 鈥榁icious鈥� Spencer. He fucked you over with a polite smile on his face. In that sense, he was the Joker. In his mix of confidence, cockiness, good looks, and money, there was a dash of insanity thrown in. Enough to let you know that he meant every word he said.”
― L.J. Shen, Ruckus

“Up the narrow stairs and into the kitchen. Rosie's mother looked around and made a face as if to indicate that it did not meet her standards of hygiene, containing as it did, edible foodstuffs. "Coffee? Water?" Don't say wax fruit. "Wax fruit?" Damn.”
― Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

“You have never kissed me. Patted me, hugged me, but you've never kissed me."
"Oh, Rosie, Rosie." His face looked on the point of laughter, then his lips fell gently on hers and he held the kiss for some time. Now, pressing her face from him, he said "That's merely an introduction. When your cheek is better I'll do it properly.”
― Catherine Cookson, The Obsession

“Dream hard. Work harder. Shine.”
― Caragh M. O'Brien, The Vault of Dreamers

“Rosies mother was a highly strung bundle of barely thought-through prejudices, worries and feuds.”
― Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

“You鈥檙e saying your mother engaged in unprotected sex outside her primary relationship?鈥�

鈥榃ith some other student,鈥� replied Rosie. 鈥榃hile she was dating my鈥� 鈥� at this point Rosie raised her hands and made a downwards movement, twice, with the index and middle fingers of both hands 鈥� 鈥榝ather. My real dad鈥檚 a doctor. I just don鈥檛 know which one. Really, really pisses me off.鈥�

I was fascinated by the hand movements and silent for a while as I tried to work them out. Were they a sign of distress at not knowing who her father was? If so, it was not one I was familiar with. And why had she chosen to punctuate her speech at that point 鈥� of course! Punctuation! 鈥楺uotation marks,鈥� I said aloud as the idea hit me.

鈥榃丑补迟?鈥�

鈥榊ou made quotation marks around 鈥渇ather鈥� to draw attention to the fact that the word should not be interpreted in the usual way. Very clever.鈥�

鈥榃ell, there you go,鈥� she said. 鈥楢nd there I was thinking you were reflecting on my minor problem with my whole fucking life. And might have something intelligent to say.鈥�

I corrected her. 鈥業t鈥檚 not a minor problem at all!鈥� I pointed my finger in the air to indicate an exclamation mark. 鈥榊ou should insist on being informed.鈥� I stabbed the same finger to indicate a full stop. This was quite fun.”
― Graeme Simsion, The Rosie Project

“Desde luego no vivimos un matrimonio de
cuento de hadas, no me ducha con p茅talos de rosa ni me lleva fines de semana a Par铆s, pero cuando me corto el pelo se da cuenta. Cuando me arreglo para salir me hace un cumplido. Cuando lloro, me seca las l谩grimas. 驴Y qui茅n necesita Par铆s cuando te pueden dar un abrazo?”
― Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie

“I don't want to make you forget. I want to make you remember. And I'm about to, Rosie.”
― L.J. Shen, Ruckus

“Life is hard, so what? It's hard for everyone, isn't it? Anyone who says it's easy is a liar.”
― Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie

“Did Berg teach you?' Orson says.
'No,' I say. He never taught me anything but fear.”
― Caragh M. O'Brien, The Keep of Ages

“Ch猫vre cheesecake with honey-rosemary poached pears and pistachio sabl茅 crust. Who do I think I am? I'm not ch猫vre and rosemary. I'm chocolate chip cookies. I'm butterscotch pudding. I'm brownies. I'm basic.”
― Stephanie Kate Strohm, Love 脿 la Mode

“Just then a familiar voiced spoke right in to Stephens鈥檚 ear which startled him as his eyes once again began slowly opening. 鈥淒on鈥檛 try to move or talk you two, not that you could if you wanted to anyway.鈥� It was Bob inches away from his face and he sounded very different now, his voice was low and threatening and his eyes were unsmiling and cold. 鈥淰ery soon you will be gone and there will be no trace of any of you here, or us for that matter.鈥� He felt Bob go through his pockets until eventually he saw that he had pulled his van keys out of his pocket. Stephen looked around for his baby and he could see the others passing a sleeping Rosie clutching Roo and her dummy to the goblin like creatures. They grabbed her with their long thin hands with talon like fingers and then began sniffing her like animals that smelt out the prey. Bob saw him looking at them walking off with Rosie. 鈥淒on鈥檛 worry Stephen. The sproggers will care for her鈥� Bob told him before letting out a spine shivering sinister laugh.”
― Gary Peeling

“Come here.鈥� Without regard for modesty, she pulled off her T-shirt and wadded it up to stanch his wounds. He splayed his fingers on her bare stomach and grinned. 鈥淗oney, I鈥檓 afraid I can鈥檛 help you with that right now. Maybe later?鈥� How could he joke and flirt when she was so afraid? 鈥淢ax. You鈥檙e bleeding. Maybe dying. I don鈥檛 want to lose you.鈥�
鈥淐ome. Here.鈥� He grabbed her and pulled her down into the grass beside him. He pressed a kiss to her temple and rubbed his grizzled cheek against hers. The sirens were getting closer. 鈥淎re you okay? Are you hurt?鈥�
鈥淚鈥檓 fine. You鈥檙e the one who got shot. Twice.鈥�
鈥淚鈥檓 gonna live through both. I鈥檓 a tough guy, remember?鈥�
鈥淒amn it, Max鈥斺€�
鈥淩osemary March. Did you just swear? You know I don鈥檛 like hearing that from you,鈥� he teased. He pulled her in for a kiss that lasted until a groan of pain forced him to come up for air. 鈥淵ou get under my skin, Rosie.鈥�
鈥淟ike an itchy rash?鈥� she teased.
鈥淟ike an alarm clock finally waking me up to the life I鈥檓 supposed to have. With you.鈥�
So when did the tough guy learn to speak such beautiful things? Tears stung her eyes again as she found a spot where she could hug him without causing any pain.
鈥淚 know I鈥檓 not the guy you expected to want you like this, and I know you weren鈥檛 the woman I was looking for. Hell, I wasn鈥檛 even looking.鈥�
鈥淣either was I.鈥�
鈥淏ut we found each other.鈥�
鈥淲e鈥檙e good for each other.鈥�
鈥淚鈥檓 not an easy man to live with. I come with a lot of emotional baggage.鈥�
鈥淎nd I don鈥檛?鈥�
鈥淵ou can do better than me.鈥�
Rosie shook her head, smiling. 鈥淚 can鈥檛 do better than a good man who loves me. A man who encourages me to be myself and to be strong and who makes me feel safer and more loved than I have ever felt in my life.鈥�
鈥淚 do love you, Rosie.鈥�
鈥淚 love you, Max.鈥�
鈥淲hat are we going to do about these feelings?鈥� Max asked.
鈥淲hat do you want to do?鈥� "
Let鈥檚 give the Dinkles something to talk about.鈥�
鈥淵ou鈥檙e moving in upstairs?鈥�
鈥淎nd opening all the windows.鈥�
Rosie smiled. 鈥淥h, I hope we give them plenty to talk about.”
― Julie Miller

“Love is for happy people, not me.”
― Caragh M. O'Brien, The Rule of Mirrors

“My gaze drifts up again to the break in the wall and the night sky beyond it. 'So why call this the Keep of Ages?' I ask.
'Maybe they hoped it would stand forever,' Linus says. 'It's about timelessness.'
'Immortality,' Burnham says.
I smile. 'Ironic, isn't it, since it's crumbling?”
― Caragh M. O'Brien, The Keep of Ages

“Low expectations give me the gift of surprise sometimes.”
― Jennifer Salvato Doktorski, How My Summer Went Up in Flames

“170You deserve someone who loves you with every single beat of his heart, someone who thinks about you constantly, someone who spends every minute of every day just wondering what you鈥檙e doing, where you are, who you鈥檙e with, and if you鈥檙e OK. You need someone who can help you reach your dreams and protect you from your fears. You need someone who will treat you with respect, love every part of you, especially your flaws. You should be with someone who could make you happy, really happy, dancing on air happy.”
― Cecelia Ahern

“For our first course, we have a play on biscuits and gravy, a classic Southern dish that's also popular in the Midwest." Chef Laurent picked up his fork and cutter into the biscuit. "Here, we have a miniature biscuit topped a boudin blanc sawmill gravy and a poached quail egg."
Chef Martinet poked at the quail egg until the yolk burst. Probably looking for egg flaws. Rosie decided to just keep talking. If she kept talking, she wouldn't be thinking about what they were eating.
"I first had biscuits and gravy at the restaurant where my mom works."
"Your mother, she is a chef?" Chef Laurent asked. He was going back in for another bite. That had to be a good sign.
"No. She, um, manages the store... at the restaurant... where she works." No matter how much time Chef Laurent may have spent in Ohio, Rosie was pretty sure he hadn't experienced a Cracker Barrel. But he nodded like a combined restaurant and gift store was nothing out of the ordinary. "I put my own spin on sawmill gravy by using boudin blanc instead of breakfast sausage to incorporate some of the flavors I've discovered living here, and I kept the biscuit small and used a quail egg to keep the portion appropriate for a first course."
"The biscuit is excellent," Chef Laurent said. "Fluffy, light, buttery- it is everything a biscuit should be. I should tell Marcus that this exactly the kind of appetizer he should serve."
He must have meant Marcus Samuelsson. Rosie felt her hopes start to rise.
"For our next course, we have a burger topped with Gruy猫re and caramelized onions on a brioche bun.”
― Stephanie Kate Strohm, Love 脿 la Mode

“My mom hates to cook," Rosie said. "But every time she's had to go to a potluck, she brings one thing. A trifle she makes, with brownies and pudding and candy and whipped cream." Rosie had plated her dessert into two glasses- she was pretty sure they were champagne coupes- and the two chefs poised their spoons at the rim of the glasses. "This is my version of my mom's trifle. Made with moelleux au chocolat, chocolate mousse, vanilla whipped cream, and chocolate feuilletine between each layer."
Rosie loved moelleux au chocolat. The internet seemed to translate it as molten chocolate cake, but every moelleux au chocolat Rosie had had in Paris wasn't like a molten chocolate cake at all, but like the richest, fudgiest brownie on the planet. Which made it the perfect base for her trifle. And then the feuilletine, Rosie thought, would give the same crunch as a Kit Kat.”
― Stephanie Kate Strohm, Love 脿 la Mode

“maybe we just keep missing each other”
― Cecelia Ahern

“Careful. You smell like Jack Daniel's just came in your mouth,”
― L.J. Shen, Ruckus

“I had to play nice with him.

But the notion that he could possibly give me every STD listed on WebMD did make it easier to turn him down. A lot easier, actually.”
― L.J. Shen, Ruckus