Adventures of the Bookish Kind

Every book is a rebirth. Except for the really trashy ones. The ones in which men ask women to give them their fire. I mean seriously. THAT is the reason I giggle over anything love related.

I'll be watching a chick flick with my friends. A particularly romantic scene comes up and all of them are clutching at their chest, some even tearing up at the emotional overtones. Me? I'm usually sitting on  my cushion stuffing my fist into my mouth to prevent myself from laughing like a maniac. It's because I know that such passionate declarations of love through grandiose gestures almost never take place. This quote sums up my post quite nicely:

"True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.”