“Our youngest brother, Roscoe, was in town from vet school because this week marked the one-year anniversary of our mother’s death. Ashley had sent a group text message earlier in the week, saying, Dinner on Tuesday the 4th at home. Please be there… — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“No. Since I first saw you. Since I first laid eyes on you and felt sorry for every beautiful thing that was made no… — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“I didn't care about embarrassing myself further. What was one more debit of mortification when my balance sheet was already in the red by… — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“He was the dehydrated horse. He had to drink water himself. He had to want it.” — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“she’s too quiet about it.” “Isn’t that the point of leading by example?” Kat frowned at her ball of yarn, more of a tangled… — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“Boy bands are sent by God to aid women of all ages in their quest to avoid reality, but specifically to trick young women… — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“Proposing is like giving someone your dick and a sharp knife, then waiting to see what they do next.” — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“I felt abruptly as though I’d just been peed on. I didn’t want to be peed on. ***” — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“Why are heroines in romantic novels—despite their cleanliness and enviable lifestyles—so unlikeable? It’s like they’ve been hit with a vanilla ninny stick, devoid of… — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“this post-modern individualism is harmful, that we—Western society—have become lazy in our dependencies and relationships. To say, ‘Don’t attempt to love another until you… — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“You’re a good kisser.” It sounded like an accusation. I shrugged, giving her a satisfied smile. “I practice.” Her gaze sharpened. “Oh?” “Yes. With my pillow. And a watermelon that one time.” — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
