...Mr. Wodehouse is a prose stylist of such startling talent that Frankie nearly skipped around with glee when she first read some of his phrases. Until her discovery of Something Fresh on the top shelf of Ruth's bookshelf one bored summer morning, Frankie's leisure reading had consister primarily of paperback mysteries she found on the spinning racks at the public library down the block from her house, and the short stories of Dorothy Parker. Wodehouse's jubilant wordplay bore itself into her synapses like a worm into a fresh ear of corn.
E. LockhartMeghan pushed her chocolate cheesecake across the table to me. I hadnโt gotten paid yet for November, so I had only ordered coffee. โHere,โ she said. โDonโt you want it?โ โSure I want it. I ordered it. But Iโm giving it to you.โ โWhy?โ Meghan stood up and got me a fork. โRemember what Nora said about love? In your movie?โ โLove is when you have a really amazing piece of cake, and itโs the very last piece, but you let him have it,โ I said. โSo itโs really amazing cake,โ said Meghan. โAnd I want you to have it.
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