- Don't Stop (Colors on the walls) - Foster the People
- Coma Cat (radio edit) - Tensnake
- Don't Ask Me - A Flock of Seagulls
- Sunglasses at Night - Corey Hart
- Girl You Want - Devo
- Land of Confusion - Genesis
- Sentimental - Moderatto
Sometimes you’re already committed to the wrong person when fate finally brings you the right one.
When NYU professor Daniel Gardner’s career-obsessed wife convinces him to move to the suburbs, he hopes it’s a first step toward starting the family he longs to have. Instead of domestic bliss he finds his neighbor, Marienne Valeti. She loves her freelance design job, but must contend with a growing sense of isolation created by her husband’s indifference. A penchant for good books, bad movies, and Marienne’s to-die-for brownies sparks a powerful bond between them. Passion simmers, but they resist its lure, surrendering only in the seclusion of their minds. Their friendship helps them weather every hardship, from divorce to widowhood, leaving them both secretly wondering if it can survive a first kiss.Blurbs are really powerful. See, I have a professor err fantasy, yeah let's stick with fantasy, so having a main character being a professor made me smile. I'm also a designer and/or artsy so seeing the female main character's career made me grin. I immediately fell in love with the character's and women's fiction or not, I just wanted to read this book.
Marienne watched as Daniel grabbed a bottle of Coke out of her fridge.The first few paragraphs are a great beginning. They clearly depict that "powerful bond," between the two characters. Then the narration goes back four years to the day they met and into long details. In these details the two began as strangers volunteering at a theater to slowly weaving into each other's schedule. It made me a bit hopeful that these two characters, in their older years, had the opportunity to weave into another person's life. That's incredible because we're so jammed-packed with our schedules and our acquaintances sometimes that adding another contact to the fold is impossible. Leaving wiggle time into my schedule is something I've been working on for the past week, and yes maybe, I want this wiggle room to find someone to share my future with.
He unscrewed the cap and took a drink. “It’s quite difficult to understand American slang when English isn’t your native tongue.”
He continued speaking but Marienne’s mind was caught on the words native tongue. Or, more specifically, tongue. More precisely still, Daniel’s tongue. She’d always loved the sound of his voice, the expressiveness of his choice of words, but sometimes she just enjoyed watching his mouth. This was one of those times. She studied his tongue as it moved to form his words, as it licked his lips when he paused to think, as it pressed against the Coke bottle when he drank. Heat prickled through her.
Is it hot in here or is it him? She was unable to focus on the thought as once again she was mesmerized. Now it was curved upward, pressing against the back of his top teeth as he looked at her, eyes narrowed.
“Are you all right?” he asked. The concern in his voice caught her attention as did the puzzled look on his face.
“What?” She no longer remembered what they’d been discussing.
“You’re not listening to a word I say, and that’s not like you. I’ve been speaking total gibberish and you didn’t even react. Are you okay? You’re all flushed.”
She tried to think of a way to explain to her best friend that she’d been too busy obsessing to concentrate. He’s divorced. Frank’s gone. Maybe I should. Her heart galloped.
He leaned over and felt her forehead. She held her breath, dizzy from his touch. She wanted to scoot forward and kiss him, hard, on the lips, but didn’t dare to move. Thoughts of the kiss, and his tongue, flashed through her mind.
“You’re really warm.” His hand trailed to her cheek, flipping over so he could assess her with the back of his fingers. They felt cool and silky along the contours of her face and she pressed against them.
His brow furrowed. “You’ve got a fever.”
What? Her hand flew to her forehead. “Shit,” she said, as even she could feel the burning warmth.
He grabbed a glass from her cupboard and held it beneath the ice dispenser. The crystal chunks tumbled into it. “You must have finally caught whatever Ella had last weekend.” He filled it with water and handed it to her.
“Oh, God. You’re right.” Ella had come home sick from preschool three days ago and that was the standard grace period Marienne usually got before catching things from her daughter. She rested her head on the kitchen table.