The blonde jumped in front of him and raised her arm, shaking it like an eager student with the right answer. He couldn't let her win and so he jumped right in front of her. She scowled as a car with an "On Duty" sign pulled to the curb.
In the midst of my relationship dramas joy was something I had nearly forgotten about. The men I was drawn to kept me over thinking, under sleeping and consistently anxious. But the pain of it all was comfortably familiar and strangely invigorating.
Barbara Pym is the thinking girl's romance writer, the only one I'm aware of, outside of Jane Austen, who hits that sweet spot of an utterly unsentimental romance, one which can be read 1,000 times and never become annoying.
After about two decades of being a voracious reader, I'm still at a loss as to why so many people have elevated Jane Austen to the level of literary herodom. To put it bluntly, I just don't the seemingly female-gender-wide obsession with Ms. Austen.
Hilda Chacón sat down at StoryCorps in New York City with her husband Pedro Morán-Palma to tell the story of how they met. Twenty years ago, Hilda was visiting the U.S. from her native Costa Rica... And Pedro spotted her at a party.