We were both laying in bed reading the other night – I was reading Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater
and Matt was reading one of the Dresden Files books by Jim Butcher. I was nearing the end of this amazing book and crying because it’s absolutely gut-wrenching – beautiful, painful and uplifting. For those who won’t read a book with a sad ending, this ends well – and it’s about shape shifters.
But anyway, I was reading…and crying…like you do and Matt, never looking up from his book, hands me a tissue and says, “I thought you’d vowed to never read a Nicolas Sparks book.”
I stared at him for a minute after blowing my nose and told him to fuck off. It seemed like the only reasonable response at that point – but I couldn’t help but laugh. Honestly…like I’d read an N.S. book – no offense, Mr. Sparks, but there’s more than enough depressing in the world. Thank goodness I have Matt around to make me giggle.
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So funny. I can't read N. Sparks either. They never end well.
Me either! Gotta have my HEA.
I read one…once, and made the same vow. NS, you are very talented, but I'm just too soft.