I've come to the conclusion that it's easier to pick favorite heroines than book boyfriends. But not by much.
I would say there will be a lot of repeat characters on this list but from the looks of it I don't think I've ever done this before.
That's not saying there won't be any repeats, especially since I've done a few favorite characters in general.
I say this because for some reason a lot of my favorites date back, well almost 10 years now.
I've lost count how many years I've been complaining about not having a place for my books. My dreams of simply having them all displayed feel like they're moving into the same level of one day going to Greece. It can and might happen; just not any time soon.
A few months ago I decided I was going to commandeer my tiny shelf and rescue my books. Yes I actually did use the word "commandeer." And the "rescue" was from my old room which is now inhabited by my sister's kids, who managed to get a giant black stain on the ceiling so you can imagine how I felt about my books being anywhere near them.
So in my previous challenge post I went on how people around me made it very difficult for me to put much thought into valentines.
Well it wasn't just valentines but the quotes I was working on for this challenge. Luckily at some point I did hit a who cares attitude with it and did manage to make a few.
I wanted to make a valentine to some of my authors. And I wouldn't be surprised if a part of me believed that I did. I'm not sure how I forgot, it's probably because my few attempts to make any valentines were shot down by people being fascinated by any attempt I made to start one.
I once had a guy tell me that one of my projects looked like a bad dream he'd have, that didn't stop me, if anything I thought "cool". But have someone come by and look at me as if to say "Aww how cute are you, trying to express love." That'll shut things down quick.
Hmm, I more or less just explained the way I went with this post.
I did not make my author valentine, and I was unable to express my love for whoever.
I suck when it comes to book boyfriends. Book or otherwise, really.
It's Love-a-thon time again! I'm going to say I've been participating from it's beginning, only because I've forgotten how many years it's been since Katelyn came up with this awesome idea.
I'm going to say it's the 4th, only because I just cheated and looked at a post from last year. A few of the past years have kind of blurred together (trust me it's for the better) so I can not believe this is the fourth year.
I still remember the first. Especially since I was pretty sleep deprived that year.
Thanks to our host Alexa for what I'm sure will be another great year.
And thanks to everyone else for stopping by!
To get to happily ever after, sometimes you need to start from scratch....
Abbey Ross, who runs her own bakery in Oakland, California, is known for her visually stunning wedding cakes. But lately, Abbey’s own love life has become stale. According to her best friend, Bendrix, Abbey’s not the spontaneous young woman she was when they were teenagers listening to the Cure and creating attention-grabbing graffiti. Of course, her failed relationship with a womanizing art forger might have something to do with that. Nevertheless, it’s time for Abbey to step out of the kitchen—and her comfort zone—and Bendrix has even handpicked a man for her to date.
Samuel Howard is everything Abbey’s dreamed of: handsome, successful, and looking to raise a family. But a creamy icing might be needed to hide a problem or two. When Samuel complains about disrespect for the institution of marriage, Abbey’s reminded of her nontraditional family, with thirteen children from various mothers. And when Samuel rails about kids having kids, Abbey thinks of her twenty-year-old sister who’s recently revealed her pregnancy.
Soon Abbey is facing one disaster after another and struggling to make sense of it all. Her search for love has led her down a bitter path, but with the help of her unique family and unwavering friends, she just might find the ooh la la that makes life sweet.
Jerry Maguire ruined my life.
Did he have any idea of the impact of those three little words on people's lives? I got married because of them. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I'm Lucy Stars and I give advice to the lovelorn on a podcast from my kitchen table. My qualifications? None whatsoever, except for the fact that I've had more relationships than I can count or even remember, so by definition, I'm an expert.
And all because I was looking for someone to complete me.
My life reads like a chick-lit bestseller. Swear. Or a good beach read when you want to hit the pause button on life. But for me? My story doesn't end on the last page.
My incredibly romantic husband, Kraft Conboy, is a successful and oh, so handsome life coach. His specialty? Women. Relationships. Romance. He was nothing short of inspirational. My plan was to live happily ever after...with him. The pages of our lives would unfold like a sexy, romantic comedy or maybe even a contemporary romance novel. And? He was good in bed.
But my life zagged when it should have zigged.
It took a left turn when it should have gone right. I remember the exact moment because I was about to start my show. That's when it happened. The zagging, I mean.
Kraft walked in and announced he wanted a divorce. I was so stunned that I actually asked him who was getting divorced because I thought he was talking about someone else! But then he said it again. I didn't know what to do, so I begged him to stay. I know, bad move. And then? He turned on his heel and walked out the door.
I turned back to my computer. In the shock of the moment, I'd gotten distracted; I still had a webcast to give. What in God's name was staring back at me? Lights. Lots of lights on my screen. My callers were trying to get through. Oh, no, my microphone was live! My entire audience had just heard me get dumped! And heard me plead, no, beg, for him to stay. I give relationship advice and I tell people not to do that!
My romantic comedy had turned into a horror film and there was no pause button to hit.
What happened next I couldn't have predicted.
Call it genius. Call it serendipity. Call it meant to be.
Look, I can't tell you everything, you'll have to read the book!
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I probably shouldn't call this an "edition" since I'm only sharing the one quote unlike other years where I shared a collection.
That's probably why it took me a while to find a love quote I hadn't shared before.
And that can also be considered a reason as to why I'm only sharing the one quote.
This should be interesting since romances aren't exactly the first thing I look for in a book. And considering that I can never join in on book boyfriend conversations and favorite couples; it's clear I don't pay much attention to romances in general.
As much as I'd like to and as much as I do become invested in the few that I do enjoy, I can't put too much focus on romances.
So far this year I've read (and listened to) 11 books. So far I've only written maybe two reviews.
I've been trying to catch up on reviews during my lunch break but certain people can't stand to see me alone. Except when they decide they have to go and leave me alone, which honestly, I prefer.
It gives me time to write! And who knows maybe one day time to read.
Alright so this is something that I've been wanting to do since last year, but never fully jumped in for one reason or another. And that's picking a song the represents the week, day or month; that fits with a moment I recently had. Or that's been on repeat.
Last year I maybe only had eight, which is actually more than I expected considering that the other half was mainly inspired by books. Of course of those eight songs two or three were in one post so in the end it's still so many moments.
You'd think for my first week officially trying this I'd have a song that works but, of course not.
Instead my picks are one that inspired me last week and one that made me smile.
I wish I knew what could get me back to writing. It's already February and this is barely my eleventh post of the year.
I haven't been super busy; I don't have a million things going on in my life, I just simply haven't been writing. I can't even remember the last time I sat at my computer and wrote anything.
I just haven't been feeling it. Even now I only have so many writable ideas going through my mind.
As I've mentioned more than a few times before- and honestly I hope this is the last time I ever do mention it again- I had to take classes at night a few months ago and ever since I've felt like I've fallen behind. As it is I have six reviews that need to be written, some for books I read back in October. And I'm sorry to say that the Write On Review-a-thon a few weeks did not help at all. At best I at least started a review.
It's like I'm tired. Of what I don't know. It's not of blogging, if it were this would be a very different kind of post.
Maybe I need something to look forward to, something that will get me going again.
Maybe I need a change of environment. Or maybe I just need to try something new.
I just don't know.
I think I might have been nominated for a different blog award a few years back but for some reason chose not to participate. I really do appreciate the nominations though. Especially this one because I feel like I've been neglecting not only my own blog, but the usual blogs I follow.
Here are the rules for the The Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award: 1. Thank the blogger that nominated you, and link back to their site. 2. Post the award's logo onto your blog. 3. Answer the 10 questions you've been asked. 4. Nominate 10 other bloggers and ask them 10 questions.