“I scowled. "Shut up." "We should play Go Fish later." "No." "Mah-jong? Bridge?" "What are you, an old lady?” — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
“I spent the next couple of hours either walking around with a gelato in my hand or on my knees in church… — Mark Leslie Copy Share Image
My boss seems to think that my hair is gonna fall off & go into the ice cream. This hair ain't movin'… — Pauly D Copy Share Image
He walked out of the hospital into the sun, into open air for the first time in months, out of the green-lit… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
This is how life works. Deciding whom to love is not an alien form of decision-making , a romantic interlude in the… — David Brooks Copy Share Image
“Thursday night is pasta night," I say. "I left you guys a lasagna Bolognese, garlic knots, and roasted broccolini. Ian is going… — Stacey Ballis Copy Share Image
“Cassie perused the offerings, her mouth watering with excitement. Lemon cream, raspberry ricotta and meringue, Parmesan, creamed corn, cassis, persimmon, summer fig,… — Emily Arden Wells Copy Share Image
What?" He cut a grin at Kat when he saw the impressed look on her face. "Corporate espionage is my second greatest… — Ally Carter Copy Share Image
The present was better. Much, much better. Humans had coffee now. And gelato. — Larissa Ione Copy Share Image
I get a message from my dad. In the mood I'm in, I tear up to see his name in my inbox,… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“You're baking?" "Yes." "It's almost midnight." "I specialize in late-night kitchen disasters.” — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
When I have a bad day, I dream about opening up a gelato stand on the streets of Sydney, Australia. Doesn't everyone… — Nancy Lublin Copy Share Image
“They have flavors like Hong Kong milk tea and ube and Vietnamese coffee. Spiced persimmon. Mango lassi. Jasmine tea." There's something sexy… — Jackie Lau Copy Share Image
