November 30, 2009
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- What She Doesn’t Know Will Kill You
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I love you. And not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. And it's not because you're unattainable. I love you. Very simple, very truly. You're the epitome of every attribute and quality I've ever looked for in another person. . . . But I had to say it. I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And if we never speak again, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me. -Chasing Amy
November 21, 2009
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November 17, 2009
- Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
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November 9, 2009
- Emily Giffin, Something Borrowed