Is this a kissing book?

I've been in the revenge buisness for so long, now that it's over I don't know what to do with the rest of my life.

I know something you do not know. I am not left-handed either.

I am as devoted to adventure now as then, and that’s never going to stop.

The boys. The village boys. The beef-witted featherbrained rattleskulled clodpated dimdomed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed boys. How could anybody accuse her of stealing them? Why would anybody want them anyway?

Liar! Liar!" shrieked suddenly from the now open trap door. Miracle Max whirled. "Back, Witch--" he commanded. "I'm not a witch, I'm your wife--" she was advancing on him now, an ancient tiny fury--"and after what you've just done I don't think I want to be that any more--

There were some things you did, no matter what, and when a friend needed help, you helped them.