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text 2018-02-18 17:56
Reading progress update: I've read 118 out of 332 pages.
Miss Buncle's Book - DE Stevenson

"I wonder where the old codger was," he said to his wife as he sat down to his tea, and spread his bread with a liberal helping of butter and stretched out his arm for the jam.

"Iding," suggested Mrs Simmons promptly. 

"But I looked all over the place - I looked in the toolshed even -"

"More fool you!" retorted his better half scornfully, "if 'e 'ad bin in the toolshed it would 'ave meant 'e didn't want to be found. What call 'ad you to be 'unting for the pore gentleman in the toolshed? None. If 'e didn't want to be found it was yore place not to find 'im - see?"

Simmons saw.

LoL. This is a lot of fun.

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text 2018-02-18 13:29
Necessities
Dancing Fish and Ammonites: A Memoir - Penelope Lively

"I am no longer acquisitive. I was never exactly voracious, but I could fall prey to sudden lust: one simply could not live a moment longer without that sampler spotted in an antique shop, or that picture or rug or chair. No longer. I can admire, but I no longer covet. Books of course are another matter; books are not acquisitions, they are necessities."

 

Penelope Lively - Ammonites and Leaping Fish: A Life in Time

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quote 2018-02-16 11:00
Tam looked scared, swallowing and wrapping his hands around Casen's. He slowly cupped his wrists and pulled his hands away. Then he turned to the door and unlocked it.
Casen expected to have it shut in his face or be told that he'd crossed a line. After all, he didn't know Tam and he'd stupidly given him an ultimatum after meeting just a few hours ago. What had he been thinking?
“Are you coming in?” Tam asked quietly, staring at his hands as he twirled his key.
Casen crossed the threshold and reminded himself he was lucky; he could so easily have been turned away. Yet, when he turned to apologise for presuming too much, Tam was right in front of him and the door was closed.
Before he could ask what was running through his head, Tam cupped his face, lightly caressing his cheek. It was soft and tender, identical to the look in his eyes. It was too much; Casen closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, tentatively raising his own hand to hold Tam there.
It wasn't a kiss, but it was damned close.

Decadent Book 3

Right Kind of Wrong, by Elaine White

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quote 2018-02-09 11:00
“Do you want to go to dinner tonight? Before the beach party?” he asked, his heart fluttering with relief when his best friend smiled at him.
“Yeah, that'd be cool. Who else is coming?” he asked absently.
Konnor's smile faltered. He wasn't getting it at all. “Just us,” he replied.
Grayson looked at him for a moment and frowned. “Konnor, you look like you've seen a ghost, why are you so nervous? We go to dinner all the time.” His friend injected laughter into his voice, but Konnor knew he was slowly gaining an understanding. He watched and waited. Finally, Grayson sat down in his seat again. “This isn't like every other time, is it?” he asked, suddenly not smiling or laughing.
Konnor was devastated. He shook his head.
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
He nodded, unable to find his voice.
Grayson sat back in his seat and ran his hand over his face. He knew he'd lost him.
Their friendship would never recover from this blow. And suddenly Konnor wished he'd kept his big mouth shut. It was like reliving the moment when Lachlan said they couldn't be friends anymore.

Decadent Book 2

The Other Side, by Elaine White

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quote 2018-02-02 11:00
“Cormag, look at me.” Lachlan touched his face and gently turned his head until they were looking at each other. He didn't understand what Konnor had done, but he knew enough of how he'd been acting lately to guess.
Whatever Konnor had done, Cormag had been taken back to all those horrible memories of how people had once treated him. It wasn't like that anymore, but obviously his idiotic best friend had triggered a memory. And when he had given that horrible box a quick glance as he put the lid on it, he had that suspicion confirmed. It was full of photographs taken during high school, when Cormag looked positively depressed, and hateful letters with big bold insults. He reached across and placed it on the far side of the sofa, away from Cormag's gaze, before speaking.
“I know it was bad for you before. I know you got hurt. I won't let Konnor do this to you again. Tell me what he said,” Lachlan asked him to be honest. He didn't want any secrets between them anymore, especially when it sent him rocketing into self-destruct mode.
It seemed to work. He could see that his plea melted away any resolve Cormag had to break up with him and push him away. He didn't want to lose him; he could tell that from his eyes, so he confessed every word.
Gradually, Lachlan's gentle hands encouraged him to relax and he was soon lying on the sofa with his head on his lap. He didn't even notice when he kicked his box onto the floor; he could only think about the soft fingers brushing over his hair. It was exactly what Lachlan wanted. When he was finished talking he kissed his temple.
“Will you leave me to deal with him now?” he encouraged him to ignore Konnor from then on. He wasn't worth ruining their relationship over. He was supposed to be his friend, but all he was doing was trying to tear them apart. He wouldn't allow it.
Cormag nodded, looking tired.

Decadent Book 1

Decadent, by Elaine White

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