My Favorite Quotes From Savor It by Tarah DeWitt

This book was so unexpectedly cozy! While I loved the story of a small town hobby farmer showing a popular chef and his orphaned niece around the town, showing them the best of small town life and watching them fall in love with the town and the people, I loved these quotes more!

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Cue the spaghetti western ocarina. I chime in before either woman calls for a showdown at high noon.

“Besides, it’s a football field away from me.” Quite literally. I measured the meadow that sits between our houses the summer after seventh grade. It’d been an especially unexciting year.

I am categorically not threatening right now. I’m recovering from an existential crisis over a vacuum.

“Wait. How’d you distract her?”

“I handed her my goose.” She says this like it’s in any way a normal sentence.

“Ah, I see,” she says, nodding seriously. “The one-armed felon. He’s notorious around here. He traps all his victims by convincing them to lie down in a field.”

OH MY GOD. I really did that, didn’t I? I just talked about nipples and ejaculating back-to-back.

“Fisher, I’ll be happy to listen to your origin story later, but right now, we’re discussing canoes.”

“What if I don’t like it quick, Sage?” I ask, rapt on her reaction. “What if I prefer to savor things. Want it good and slow and drawn out?”

He seems to be all business at the moment, so I try to match that energy rather than telling him I’d drink this from a dirty boot just to get more of it.

“I’m going to kiss you and show you affection now.”

“What?!” I balk.

“I’ve always said that nothing screams romance like being submerged in the icy Pacific before 7:00 A.M.”

Before I know it, while I’m knee-deep in the drama of timber wars, Sage reaches across the desk and runs her finger up my arm. My hair stands on end in its wake.

“Good boy,” she tells me. And I don’t think studying together will ever be a problem again. She gets up and starts sliding our books into her bag, and I follow suit. I can’t wipe off the dumb look I know I have on my face, and if I had a tail, I know it’d be wagging.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him again. “My brain and I are fighting, I think.” I offer him an apologetic shrug.

“Yeah? What’s that bitch trying to say?” he replies.

“I talked a big game about staying focused.” He lets out a sigh. “And it’s made it so the tiniest things you do feel fucking erotic to me, and it is torture. I’m hanging on by a damn thread and trying to stick to that, but it’s so much harder than I’d thought.”

My face breaks into a happy beam that his shines right back at me.

“Glad you’re still enjoying my pain,” he adds.

I’ve also discovered I can make him blush when I say Yes, Chef, just right, and I’m delighting in abusing this power.

“Why are you here?” he says.

“Um,” I reply with blatant annoyance, breaking his hold. “Our brother lit himself on fire?”

“I think finding your people is what makes the difference,” she says with another heartbreaking cry.

“Or finding your bird?” I offer. Her shoulders fall, and she wails again.

The bird and his girl collide in the distance, Indy falling to her knees with an unrepentant cry.

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There were so many good moments in Savor It, and still so many I didn’t include in this selection of my favorite quotes! If you’d like to read more, check out Savor It by Tara DeWitt!

Summer won’t last forever.

Sage Byrd has lived in the coastal town of Spunes, Oregon (not to be confused with Forks, Washington) her entire life. She’s learned to love her small world, with the misfit animals on her hobby farm, and her friendships with the town’s inhabitants. But when her 5-year relationship ends and her ex, town-golden-boy Ian, suddenly gets engaged, Sage needs a win―something that will convince everyone to stop pitying her all the time, and to put Ian in his place. The Festival of Spunes, the town’s annual summer competition, would be the perfect opportunity. She just needs a partner.

Fisher Lange was a hotshot chef in New York City until the loss of his sister left him numb, grieving, and responsible for his teenage niece Indy. When Fisher loses his Michelin star along with his love of cooking, his boss sends him and Indy to Spunes on a much-needed summer sabbatical to consult on a restaurant opening. But when clashes with the townspeople threaten his last chance to redeem himself and a kiss with his new neighbor Sage leads to dating rumors, a strategic alliance might just be the best way to turn things around.

A deal is struck. Sage will improve Fisher’s image in the eyes of the town and remove the roadblocks he is facing with the restaurant, and Fisher will be Sage’s partner for the competition. But as their pact quickly turns into steamy rendezvous, emotional wounds begin to heal, and the pair tries to savor every moment, they start to realize that summer is racing by much faster than they would like…

My Favorite Quotes From Love You, Mean It

Another day, another selection of my favorite quotes from a book I’ve read recently!

Love You, Mean It was an interesting story about a woman trying to save her family’s business by pretending to be engaged to a man with amnesia. But nothing shows off the feeling of a book quite like a group of quotes from it, right?

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“A rich white man that doesn’t like being criticized? No.” I pulled a faux-shocked face.

“But I’m definitely better than you.”

Theo grinned widely.

“Sick burn on the head trauma patient.”

“Okay, the nurse is trying to enforce her fascist sleep regimen again.”

“That sounds suspiciously like an insult.”

“How could I ever dream of insulting my dear fiance here at his ancestral manse,” I sing-songed, fluttering my eyelashes Theo’s way for effect.

I decided to let that mollify me (there was a lot of coursed for you ahead of us, after all), then turned to the menu, losing myself in the details of the obscure foodstuffs that had been shaved, whipped, flash-fried, and sprinkled over the top of a protein so deeply heritage, so emphatically sourced, that I was half-surprised we didn’t get a list of hobbies alongside the details of the farm or coastline it had previously called home.

“So? We’re on a timeline, we should get started, right?”

“I love how we’ve never lost the romance,” he deadpanned as he trailed after me into the kitchen, laying the bread and cheese down to start searching for a cutting board.

“When people think of me, the first word that comes to mind is ‘romantic.'”

“Oh? For me it’s ‘salami.'”

“By the way, I love your dress.”

“Oh… thanks. I uh… I made it.”

“So now we’re best friends and as such you’re going to become my personal stylist and couturier. Awesome. I love that about us.”

“You’re the one who wants him as a father in law.”

Sam scrunched her nose in disgust.

“I suppose we all have to make sacrifices.”

“Let me sweeten the pot: I can pay you in salami. The good stuff.”

“Bonuses in dry goods, I’m assuming.”

“Obviously. We offer all the standard benefits at Greco’s.”

Don’t forget sexy arbor day

The most celebrated and sex-focused holiday obvs

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Enjoyed these quotes? You should try Love You, Mean It to see the full story!

Ellie Greco wishes she weren’t stuck in Milborough. For a few brief, shining years, she escaped her hometown to pursue her dream career—designing beautiful, elaborate costumes for theater—until her father’s death five years ago called her home to run the family’s decades-old deli. Yes, she loves the place, but she’d always thought she was meant for more exciting things than stocking the right tinned fish. But when Ellie hears that a local landlord is planning to rent to Mangia, the glitzy gourmet food department store, Greco’s Deli’s very existence is suddenly in jeopardy.

She tries to plead her case to Theo Taylor, scion of the property management firm about to put her out of business, but their meeting goes from bad (it’s not her fault he’s infuriating) to worse (no one expects the ceiling to literally fall in).

With Theo out cold, Ellie panics and claims to be his fiancée… and almost passes out herself when amnesia means Theo seems to actually believe her. Soon, the effects of the head injury wear off, but Theo proposes that their “engagement” stick around. If they manage to convince enough people they might both get what they an end to the Mangia deal. Ellie doesn’t trust him (after all, if Theo Taylor wants it, how can it be good for her?) but seeing no other option, reluctantly agrees.

And miraculously, the fake engagement seems to be working—even Ted, Theo’s shrewd, cold father seems convinced—that is until Sam, Theo’s ex-fiance, reappears on the scene. Not only does she see through their ruse, she proposes an arrangement of her own, forcing Ellie to decide between blossoming friendship, her family legacy, and the burgeoning romance she frankly never asked for.

My Favorite Quotes From The Husky And His White Cat Shizun

A lot of the xianxia novels I’ve read in the past have some wild quotes, and I expected The Husky And His White Cat Shizun to have more of the same! Here’s a collection of some of my favorite lines!

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The first year was called Ji Ba Yuan Nian, the First Year of Cease Battle–but why did it have to sound like the Year of Cock and Balls?

There was no one else in the room. Thus, after much consideration, the once cruel ruler of the cultivation world, the Despot of Sichuan, Emperor of the Mortal Realm, and Lord of Sisheng Peak, Taxian-jun, Mo Ran himself, expressed his honest thoughts: “Fuck…”

At this, the sleeping Rong Jiu was “fuck”-ed awake.

Fuck all eighteen generations of your ancestors!

Chu Wanning was unaware that his beast of a disciple was going to fuck all eighteen generations of his ancestors.

The more out-of-the way areas had particularly forthright names like This is a Mountain, This is Water, and This is a Hole, as well as the famed Aaaaah and Waaaah Cliffs.

Do you not have eyes?

When he took another look at the ghost attendant’s blank face, he restrained himself. It did not, in fact, have any fucking eyes.

The Yuheng Elder was indeed boss as fuck.

“Shizun, don’t be mad anymore.”

“Which of your eyeballs saw me being mad?” Chu Wanning shot back angrily.

“Aiya, the little gongzi sure is bold. Truly young and courageous, to dare grope even the Yuheng Elder’s ass.”

“Could you please not say it so nauseatingly?” the Qisha Elder said with disdain.

The Lucun Elder gracefully rolled his eyes, humming. “Hm, I’ll say it in a more refined manner, then: truly young and courageous, to dare grope even the Yuheng Elder’s derrière.”

“Get the hell out,” said Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran got the hell in.

And so, on the first day of the Yuheng Elder’s period of confinement, all three of his disciples got the runs from food poisoning.

Neither of them brought up that night. But sometimes, when their eyes met, Mo Ran’s gaze seemed to linger on Chu Wanning a bit longer before they habitually chased after Shi Mei.

And what of Chu Wanning? As soon as his gaze met Mo Ran’s, he would immediately turn coldly away. But when he thought Mo Ran wasn’t looking, he would, as if entirely by accident, steal a second glance.

How deep must an obsession run, for another person to be enmeshed so inextricably in one’s own soul?

That awe-inspiring primal god was actually hundreds of cows?

Am I allowed to say “motherfucker”?

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Have you been enjoying these quotes and want more of this chaotic book? Check out The Husky And His White Cat Shizun by Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou!

Cruel tyrant Taxian-jun killed his way to the throne and now reigns as the first ever emperor of the mortal realm. Yet somehow, he is unsatisfied. Left cold and bereft, abandoned by all he held dear, he takes his own life…only to be reborn anew.

Awakening in the body of his younger self–Mo Ran, a disciple of the cultivation sect Sisheng Peak–he discovers the chance to relive his life. This time, he vows to attain the gratification that once eluded him: all who defied him will fall, and never again will they treat him like a dog. His greatest fury is reserved for Chu Wanning, the coldly beautiful and aloofly catlike cultivation teacher who betrayed and thwarted Mo Ran time and again in their last life.

Yet as Mo Ran shamelessly pursues his own goals in this life he thought lost, he begins to wonder if there might be more to his teacher–and his own feelings–than he ever realized.

My Favorite Quotes From The Prospects

Here’s a new post type for y’all: a collection of my favorite quotes from books I’ve read.

I love being able to flip through a book and find the most unhinged sentences I can. Hopefully these will help you decide to pick up The Prospects by K.T. Hoffman as well!

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“You can’t be mean to me on my birthday.”

He’s the thorn in Gene’s side, the popcorn kernel stuck between his teeth, the crack in his ass–and still somehow the blandest man alive.

The team’s sturdy, steady outfielders are as sturdy and steady as they’ve always been

They’re good shoulders, if Gene is honest with himself, which he would really rather not be about this, but there’s the thought anyway, persistently gay: they’re good shoulders.

“Well, you know we want kids.”

“You and me? I don’t remember that conversation.”

Vince rolls his eyes.

“I hope you still like Kermit,” he says, setting the phone on the lip of the tub. “Rainbow Connection” strums its banjo introduction out, the volume as low as Gene can get it.

Luis glances over at him. Gene notes that Luis’s grip on his elbows has darkened from white-knuckled to a few shades closer to his usual brown. Progress.

“Oh, fuck you,” Luis says, and Gene can’t help but crack a smile about it.

“So you do still like Kermit?”

Luis sighs the kind of put-upon sigh, a little huff of annoyance, that betrays that he does find Gene at least mildly amusing. “I do not have a crush on a Muppet.”

Gene doesn’t smile a secret little smile. “Sure,” he says. “Totally. It’s just that, that’s exactly what a person who has a crush on a Muppet would say.”

“This is a novel idea, but we could try to catch the ball.”

“Well, then I’ll see you later if you haven’t killed each other,” he says.

“I’ll do my best.”

“To kill him or not to?”

Gene shrugs.

Luis smiles. Does he know what that smile does to a defenseless homosexual?

“Which mascot would you fuck if you had to fuck one of them?” Gene asks.

Luis rolls his eyes so hard his head tips back against the headrest. “That’s so gross, dude. You had that question ready.”

Gene wanted to let Luis set his discomfort aside for a moment. This gets the job done. “It’s gotta be the Philly Phanatic,” Gene says.

“Disgusting.”

“Why?”

“What even is he?”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s about the extendable tongue,” Gene says.

“Is he, like, your platonic sugar daddy or something?”

“F,” Luis starts, and Gene can think of a lot of words that start with that particular letter that he’d like to hear Luis say, “is for Nes having the fattest ass on the team.”

Gene possesses no thoughts whatsoever other than okay, but in all capitals, yelled with the most enthusiasm he has ever felt in his life.

“How do I say it?” he asks the dashboard.

“‘Hi, Ma. I like to touch men sexually. What are you cooking, you need any help?'”

“No.”

“You eat me out pretty enthusiastically for someone who isn’t into me.”

“I’ll stop teasing.”

“You won’t.”

“Probably not.”

Then Dodger shuffles past them and plops onto a dog bed, in the perfect outline of himself, before letting out a put-upon sigh.

“We’re up past his bedtime,” Luis says.

“Apparently.”

“Sorry, do you need more ambiance for me to blow you?”

Gene doesn’t bother trying not to feel smug about it. He will be smug about this until he dies, thanks very much.

“So, I fell apart because I imagined some problems. Which is very on brand for me.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

Gene, leaning against the bar, raises his eyebrows at Vince. “I’m going to tell your husband that you’re hitting on me.”

“I’m not hitting on you. I’m old and tired.”

“Any curves?”

“Only my ass.”

“If you tell me you love me, too, I’ll kill you.”

“Excuse me!” When Luis says it, it comes out undignified, perfect. “Who says I do?”

“No plans after that?”

“I think I want to not have a plan for the first time in my life.”

He’ll have a plan by the end of next week, but Gene loves him for it.

“Vibe check,” Gene says. The words come out 90 percent cracks.

Luis lets out a long, pursed puff of air, and Gene can imagine his eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling.

“That good?” he asks.

“Yep.”

Watching Luis slip his boots on, a curl falling onto his forehead and the early-afternoon sun bright through the windows, Gene knows–he will always want this lanky, anxious, beautiful dumbass.

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Want more? Check out The Prospects by K.T. Hoffman!

Hope is familiar territory for Gene Ionescu. He has always loved baseball, a sport made for underdogs and optimists like him. He also loves his team, the minor league Beaverton Beavers, and, for the most part, he loves the career he’s built. As the first openly trans player in professional baseball, Gene has nearly everything he’s ever let himself dream of—that is, until Luis Estrada, Gene’s former teammate and current rival, gets traded to the Beavers, destroying the careful equilibrium of Gene’s life.

Gene and Luis can’t manage a civil conversation off the field or a competent play on it, but in the close confines of dugout benches and roadie buses, they begrudgingly rediscover a comfortable rhythm. As the two grow closer, the tension between them turns electric, and their chemistry spills past the confines of the stadium. For every tight double play they execute, there’s also a glance at summer-tan shoulders or a secret shared, each one a breathless moment of possibility that ignites in Gene the visceral, terrifying kind of desire he’s never allowed himself. Soon, Gene has to reconcile the quiet, minor-league-sized life he used to find fulfilling with the major-league dreams Luis makes feel possible.