The Saucy Wenches Book Club

People who are going to kiss do it with their eyes first.... You can see it coming a mile off. ~ Abbi Waxman, The Bookish Life of Nina Hill

Her worst advice: Think Botticelli. Be like Venus rising on a half shell, lips demurely closed, even her nakedness modest. My mother’s words of advice when I moved in with Peter ... “Dear Eleanor, I like your Peter very much. Please make an effort not to be so difficult all the time. Keep your mouth closed and look mysterious. Think Botticelli. Love, Mummy.” [snip] “If you want to make Peter happy when he comes home from work, ... put on a fresh blouse, put in your diaphragm, and smile.” Think Botticelli. ~ Miranda Cowley Heller, The Paper Palace

“We’re dead in space. We’re stuck here forever.” “Not forever,” .... I perk up. “No?” “No. Orbit decay soon. Then we die.” ~ Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary

How do you explain it when you find in someone what you’ve been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It’s more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you’d never before been. Home. When you weren’t sure you’d ever get to have one. ~ Laura Dave, The Last Thing He Told Me

Love is forgiveness and patience and faith and every once in a while, it’s a gut punch. That’s why it’s a dangerous thing, when you go loving the wrong person. When you love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. You have to be with someone that deserves your faith and you have to be deserving of someone else’s. It’s sacred. ~ Taylor Jenkins Reid, Daisy Jones & the Six

She’d read most everything in the palace library, some things twice. It was one of the few ways to soothe her mind when it started churning and spilling over itself, connecting fears in spiderwebs she couldn’t disentangle. The scent of paper, the orderliness of printed words, the sensation of page edges beneath her fingers smoothed the waves of her thoughts to placidity. ~ Hannah Whitten, For the Wolf

“People thought that being one of a kind made you special. No, it just made you lonely. What was special was belonging with someone else.” ~ Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half