Another Little Black Dress book
The back of the book goes,
What if a total stranger offered you everything you ever wanted – almost?
Ever since Samantha’s husband ran out on her and their kids she’s been working to clear the humungous debt he left behind, so it’s time she had a lucky break. What she’s not expecting is for that break to be Jack Tolliver, former governor of Indiana and the biggest womaniser in the state. He’s running for the senate and needs a nice, respectable woman by his handsome side to help clean up his image.
So Sam accepts a bizarre business proposal – a fake engagement. All she has to do is play happy families until Jack’s elected and then she’ll get a big fat cheque and a lifestyle to die for. It’s simple. Until, that is, the kiss occurs. That knee-trembling, electric kiss that Sam and Jack share. But that’s just for show… right?
The story reminds me of Korean drama plot with fake engagement all. Surprisingly I enjoyed it. Who says you can’t find sexy love when you almost reaching the middle-aged zone?
A perfect book in an afternoon by the beach.
I currently live in Kuching. My poor time management and non-existent of washing machine used to draw me to one of those 24-hours laundry service.
While waiting for 40 minutes wash and 30 minutes drying session, books became my constant companion.
One time I brought along one of Lauren Willig’s and my brother to my laundry session.
“Stop laughing, people are looking at you”, my poor little brother told me.
Then I realised once again Willig managed to crack me up through her witty characters.
But I thought it was not just the fact I burst out laughing in public grabbed people’s attention, also the fact I had a book in between my hands caught their eyes.
Here in Malaysia, it is hard to see people read in public. When coffee shops in some countries are known for the place to read and drink coffee, but here no matter how trendy the cafes are, it has been turning into kopitiam. Loud conversation buzzed through the atmosphere.
In a laundry shop where the sound of the machines were almost inaudible (sometimes), I thought it would make a perfect place to read.
Nonetheless, I like to read in public. Sometimes it is the only way to disconnected myself from my surroundings, be it from the sounds of chatty atmosphere or tumbling dirty laundries.
“Sometimes the writer in me crafted stories about the people I saw but today I just observed”.
This is a quote from Beautifully Damaged by L.A. Fiore, the book I’m reading. I thought I’m the only weirdo that watch people and make out stories about them in my head.
Glad to know I’m not the only one.