on friday:

I saw a certain man at the store.

he looked young, probably in his early twenties. he was wearing a plaid shirt, and stood examining the flowers they had for sale. he looked a little bit lost, as if he wasn't sure what to get. I smiled to myself, hoping that the person he was buying flowers for would love them even if they weren't perfect.

I proceeded to check-out, and then to the parking lot. I saw him walking to his car, flowers in hand.
I was a little bit proud of him.


yesterday: 

I talked to some of my closest girlfriends for two hours straight.
we shared advice, shared stories, shared food, and shared laughter.


the other day:
My little siblings were watching a movie upstairs.
It was quiet for a little while. They were obviously distracted.
Then.
A bubbling giggle, loud and completely honest, floated down the stairs.
(my littlest brother.)

so...I fell in love with a book again...

which probably happens too often. I have several potential love-interests lined up in several works of literature.
(also, SURPRISE! It's me. Caroline. Anna threw down the gauntlet and said, "Carl? Get off your behind and start posting. Or else." So, what could I do? I hope you don't mind.)

A'hem.

As I was saying.

Have you ever fallen in love with...a fictional character? Because...I have. Many times. It's the hair, it's the eyes, it's the crooked smile that looks just right...mmmmmmMMAAaaannd it's...A FICTIONAL CHARACTER. And yet...I don't seem to care. I just fall in love again.

AND IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD. Oh, of course, the author describes several things about the character that I love [see: hair, eyes, crooked smile]. The personality, the charming quirks, the oh-my-gosh-why-can't-he-just-appear-right-now-in-front-of-me  factor...

So Anna and I read this book. Within a few days of each other. This book is called Anna and the French Kiss. This author wrote it. (cue: click on the word author. Right now. I promise you'll be happy you did. Ok, come on, click the link, and then come back to this post...waiting...waiting...ok. Good job. Now, wasn't that worth it?) Lemme just say...before my maturity gets the better of me...

THE GUY IN IT IS FREAKING HOT AND I WANT TO DATE HIM AND KISS HIM.

A'hem. (wow. two "a'hems" in one post? I must be kind of distracted or something.)

To furthur explain my point, (see above), this character is

an American boy with a French name and an English accent.

I mean...COME ON. What defense do I have against that? And she knew! She knew I would fall in love with him! 

Go read the book. Now.

Anna and I also read this other book. It's called Paranormalcy. (Ooh!! Fun-side-story/attention-deficit time: I KNOW the author. (cue: click on author again.) She's so awesome. Anna and I are really good friends with her younger brother, who is our age, which makes us cool too, by association. Right? Of course right.)

And guess what? I fell in love with THAT guy, too.

I'm telling you. It's getting to be a problem. And on that note, I have composed THE LIST.

THE LIST is bound to be altered, added on to, or brought up again, so keep an eye out for it. It is prone to change at any moment, by me or Anna. So. Enjoy! And please, we take suggestions.

THE LIST.
[ATTRACTIVE] MEN OF LITERATURE
 (in no particular order...because how am I supposed to rank or rate them with a number system? Impossible.)

Mr. Darcy
full name: Fitzwilliam Darcy
memorable quote: "You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever."
book: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen (this kind of goes without saying...but the list must be complete.)
Etienne (!!)
full name: Etienne St. Clair
memorable quote: "Will you please tell me you love me? I'm dying here."
book: Anna and the French Kiss, by Stephanie Perkins
Mr. Rochester
full name: Edward Fairfax Rochester
memorable quote: "I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you--especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly."
book: Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Bronte
Lend
full name: Lend
memorable quote: "Small price to pay for getting to hold your hand."
book: Paranormalcy, by Kiersten White


As I said, this list is far from over. And any suggestions are more than welcome.

Now, please excuse me...I have a date. With the boy in my head. Today it's Mr. Darcy.

Much love,
Caroline Grace

The Bouquet

Someday, a boy will give me flowers.

I just know it.

And then, I will pick one out of the bouquet and I will hold it up to his nose and say "Smell it, you handsome fool!" The conversation will go something like this:

HANDSOME FOOL: Here are some flowers, my darling.
ME: My dear, they're so beautiful! Did you buy these for me?
HANDSOME FOOL: BUY them?! *scoff* I picked these for you in a meadow, my love.
ME: (pulling one out of the bouquet) Smell it, you handsome fool!
HANDSOME FOOL: *sniff* Oh, how magical. You like them then?
ME: Oh yes, I do! I do! I love them.
(we hug)
ME (continued): *nervous, this is the first time I've said it to him* ...Aaand... I love you.
HANDSOME FOOL: Anna Elizabeth Lewis, I've loved you from the moment I met you.
(it promptly begins to rain and we kiss)

The end.

It will look something like this:


Much love,
Anna Elizabeth