Lyssa Kay Adams Quotes

You shouldn't have to care about a women to recognize that the sexuel degradation of all women is a problem. You should recognize that it's wrong simply because they're humans.

Because perfection is the opposite of authenticity, Mack.

He found her in the library.

Fear is a powerful motivator, but so is love.

If a man wants to leave you, wave goodbye and lock the doors. You've got better things to do than chase a lost cause.

You don't know my wife. It's like a toy store for her. Our pen drawer at home is organized by color, and she has an entire basket full of washi tape." "What's washi tape?" "It's, like, pretty tape for decorating. I don't know. She loves that shit, though." Del nodded. "Nessa has two full drawers of it. Sometimes I catch her staring at them with this weird smile on her face.

We shouldn't assume that women and girls don't know the difference between reality and fantasy. We don't fear that men who read murder mysteries and thrillers are going to have a hard time not becoming serial killers, so why should we assume that a girl won't know that she doesn't have to change from a mermaid to human in order to find love just because of a movie?

Don't be ashamed for liking them. The backlash against the PSL [Pumpkin Spice Latte] is a perfect example of how toxic masculinity permeates even the most mundane things in life. If masses of women like something, our society automatically begins to mock them. Just like romance novels. If women like them, they must be a joke, right?

History was built by thousands of women who thought they were just housewives or just secretaries or just seamstresses until the day they got fed up and decided to fight back.

Who are we?" Mack said, standing all. "We're the Bromance-Fucking-Book-Club.

He looked up with a smile that made Thea's heart swipe right.

You guys read romance novels?"
"We call them manuals.

The man tugged on his suspenders. "Whatcha knockin'
down?"
"Patriarchal power structures."
He blinked.

Oh, she could get lost for days in here, Irena thought as she took in the towering shelves of the library. If only she could.

He's asking if you cheated on her, slapnuts."
Gavin swiveled his head to glare at Del. "Is that what you think? You actually think I would cheat on her?"
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"No," Del said. "But we have to ask. It's a rule. We don't help cheaters.

We spend a lot of time talking about the unfairness of how our toxic musculine society forces us to be ashamed of embracing romance novels. Yet we buy our books in secret. It's time we practice what we preach.