Ana Huang Book Quotes

I was a rule follower by nature. It was how I’d survived most of my life. But for Bridget, I would break every rule in the book.

But hurting Stella? There was no crime greater than that in my book.

There's nothing wrong with a little dysfunction. It keeps things interesting.

How’s the book?” he drawled later, when he’d finished his workout and I’d grabbed the closest book I could find before he entered the living room. “Riveting.” I tried to focus on the page instead of the way Rhys’s sweat-dampened shirt clung to his torso. Six-pack abs for sure. Maybe even an eight-pack. Not that I was counting. “Sure seems that way.” Rhys’s face remained impassive, but I could hear the mocking bent in his voice. He walked to the bathroom, and without looking back, he added, “By the way, princess, the book is upside down.” I slammed the hardcover shut, my skin blazing with embarrassment.

If you wanted, I would burn down the world for you

I’m translating the book into Latin.” He flipped the page and scribbled another sentence without looking up or touching his drink. “Why?” “It’s relaxing.” I blinked, certain I’d heard him wrong. “You think translating a five-hundred-page novel into Latin by hand is relaxing?

Dante opened his mouth, but Kai cut him off. “Don’t listen to Russo. He doesn’t know how to let go of a grudge,” he said. “My advice is to listen, be patient, and never, ever rearrange your wife’s books without permission.” Kai frowned. “You would think alphabetical order by title makes sense, but apparently, it’s not ‘aesthetically pleasing.

Farrah had always equated the stars with love, which seemed as nebulous and out of reach as the diamonds in the sky. But as she stood there next to Blake, beneath the infinite skies of a foreign land, the stars felt a little closer.

I can’t recommend any of the books I read to you. They’re too wild. You might go into cardiac shock.

If you wanted, I would burn down the world for you. The possibility of you is better than the reality of anyone else. You and me against the world, princess.

How do you feel about hosting a book preview for Wilma Pebbles’s upcoming dinosaur erotica?” Isabella asked.

Wait.” I fixed Xavier with a disbelieving stare. “When you said you booked the hotel, you booked the whole hotel?” “I like supporting family businesses.” His dimples twinkled with mischief. “I also like privacy.

I didn't give a shit about me, I was already ruined.

I’d abandoned an evening with my books for a nightclub, for Christ’s sake. If that wasn’t a sign of my irreversible spiral, nothing was.

Thousands of books stretched up and across three walls toward the cathedral ceiling like a leather-bound forest complete with rolling ladders and wooden handrails

There’s nothing wrong with talking about books.

Because the possibility of you is better than the reality of anyone else

How’s the book?” “Riveting.” “Sure seems that way.” Rhys’s face remained impassive, but I could hear the mocking bent in his voice. He walked to the bathroom, and without looking back, he added, “By the way, princess, the book is upside down.

I have many other places to be - but i chose to be here

I have sun, sea, food, and a good book,” she said without looking up. “I’m not wasting anything.

Thousands of books stretched up and across three walls toward the cathedral ceiling like a leather-bound forest

After all, there was nothing wrong with staying in. A book and tea were far superior to battling drunken strangers for breathing room in a sweaty nightclub.

Our first stop was Apollo Hill Books, a charming bookstore stuffed to the brim with new and vintage titles alike.

By the way, princess, the book is upside down.

To everyone whose favorite color is morally grey.

I only bought physical copies from my favorite authors or books I’d already read and loved on Kindle.

i loved how a book, a story a set of words in an sentence organized in the exact right order, made you miss a place you've never visited and people you've never met" seven year slip

I was of the firm belief that a home should feel like a home. Books should be read, couches should be sat on, kitchens should be used. A house wasn’t a museum; it was a tapestry of who we were and the lives we’d lived.

but if it makes you feel better, I work on genre fiction too. I translated a Nora Roberts novel once. It was a refreshing change of pace.” “It doesn’t, but thank you for that detail. Come back to me when you’ve translated dinosaur erotica.” Kai blinked. “I’m sorry?” “Never mind.” I didn’t want to push him too far, too fast. The poor man would probably have a heart attack if he discovered some of the books floating outside his literary bubble.

Despite my current frustrations with writing, there was something so special about creating and getting lost in new worlds. Books have been my escape for years, and I will publish one eventually. I wasn’t giving up that dream so I could become an office automaton.

I didn’t wake up every morning missing his warmth or reach for my phone to text him only to remember we weren’t talking. I didn’t see him everywhere I turned—in the pages of my books, the soft strains of a distant piano, or the reflection of a passing shop window. And I definitely didn’t lie awake, sleepless and restless, replaying every memory we shared like that was my life instead of the tattered reality around me.

Confession as in you forgot to book our horseback rides tomorrow, or confession as in you murdered someone and need my help burying the body?” “Why do you always default to the morbid?” “Because I’m friends with Isabella, and you’re scary.” “I thought you said my talent was looking pretty.” “Pretty and scary.” An impish smile curved her mouth. “They’re not mutually exclusive.” “Good to know, but no, I didn’t murder anyone.” “Thank God. I’m not great with shovels.

Is this…” “A signed copy of A Raptor Ripped My Bodice, the latest dino erotica by Wilma Pebbles,” Isabella confirmed. “It’s a hot commodity since Wilma only sells a small number of autographed books every year. I literally had three screens up at the same time so I could snag one before they sold out. Congratulations.” Her dimples deepened. “Your literary collection is now complete. Also, you have something new to translate when the board pisses you off. I bet it’ll be more relaxing than translating Hemingway.

Books have been my escape for years,

Because now that I have, I won’t be able to let you go

Trust me, Princess. I would rather end my own life than ask you to do anything that might hurt you." I hadn't meant to say those words. They just fell out, like they'd been there all along and were waiting for the right moment to make themselves known. Funny thing was, I wasn't upset or embarrassed, even though they came too close to a confession for comfort. They just felt right. Everything with Bridget felt right.

My dream is to be with you. And my biggest fear, is losing you.

You forget.” I pressed my fingers against her nape, forcing her to look up at me. “You’re my fiancée. Not Kai’s. Not anyone else’s. I don’t give a fuck how handsome they are or what type of accent they have. You’re mine, and no one…” I dipped my head, my lips brushing hers with each word. “Touches what’s mine.

from Vivian if you value your life.” My voice remained soft. Vicious. “I told you last week, and I’ll tell you again. She’s my fiancée. If you step foot near her again, if you so much as breathe in her direction…” Pain lanced across his face when I squeezed his shoulder. “I will burn you, your house, and your entire fucking company to the ground. Understand?

The letters were like chapters from separate books, tossed together in the chaos that made up my life. The only thing they had in common was that they were all for her.

Are you taking notes?” “I’m translating the book into Latin.” He flipped the page and scribbled another sentence without looking up or touching his drink. “Why?” “It’s relaxing.” I blinked, certain I’d heard him wrong. “You think translating a five-hundred-page novel into Latin by hand is relaxing?” “Yes. If I wanted a mental challenge, I’d translate an economics textbook. Translating fiction is reserved for my downtime.

I don't have the money to buy you all the flowers you deserve yet, so I made them instead.

Love wasn't always about the big moments. More often, it was tucked in the small moments connecting the major ones.

I didn’t want to push him too far, too fast. The poor man would probably have a heart attack if he discovered some of the books floating outside his literary bubble.

If you do, you lose, and you have to read only books of my choosing for a month.” “And if I win?” “If you win… I’ll do whatever you want for twenty-four hours.” His eyes gleamed with dark interest. “Whatever I want?

Pick a book.” “What?” “A book. Pick one. Open it. Now bend over the couch and spread your legs. We’re going to play a new game.” Kai stepped behind me. “It’s simple. If you can read a full page out loud without stopping or stuttering, I’ll let you come.

The entire freaking thing was one giant hole because I was closer to setting up a colony on Mars than finishing my book.

It wasn’t like every breath resembled shards of glass piercing my lungs. I didn’t wake up every morning missing his warmth or reach for my phone to text him only to remember we weren’t talking. I didn’t see him everywhere I turned—in the pages of my books, the soft strains of a distant piano, or the reflection of a passing shop window. And I definitely didn’t lie awake, sleepless and restless, replaying every memory we shared like that was my life instead of the tattered reality around me.

The universe had the shittiest sense of humor. I was already spiraling about not finishing my book; it didn’t need to kick me while I was down.

Thank you. Kai is quite handsome, but… Between you and me, he’s a bit boring.” “He’s not boring. He’s introverted. There’s a difference.” “Maybe. He only talks about books and work. It gets tiring.” “There’s nothing wrong with talking about books. Reading is his hobby, and he’s busy. He helps run a multibillion-dollar company. Of course he’s going to—” I broke off at Clarissa’s laugh. “What’s so funny?” “You should see how red you’re turning.” Her eyes twinkled. “I’m sorry. I know it’s not funny, but Kai has been so miserable over you that it’s nice to see you haven’t dismissed him completely.

Does the raptor have a brother who also enjoys a good bodice rip?” I teased. “Ha ha. As a matter of fact, he does, but you’re not ready for the kinks in that book.

It’s amazing how much sex can loosen someone up.” I nearly spat out my drink. “Are you trying to traumatize me?” I asked, appalled. “That’s my mother you’re talking about.” “Sorry, I thought you were already traumatized from seeing your parents in bed—” She broke off with a squeal of laughter when I pulled her toward me and pinned her to the ground. “Finish that sentence, and I’ll hide all your thrillers until you read every word of The Divine Comedy,” I threatened. “The Latin translated version.” Her laughter vanished. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Try me.” “If you do that… I’ll withhold sex until you put the books back.” “Darling, we both know you would cave before I did.” Isabella arched one brow. “Wanna bet?

Every book was a footprint in history, and I’d made my mark.

The CIA couldn’t torture me into reading that book, and she was doing it for fun.

I still owned DVDs the way I still owned paperback books. There was just something so magical about holding your favorite items rather than seeing them onscreen.

The sound of my name on her kips may have been the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard.

The sound of my name on her lips may have been the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard.

After all, there was nothing wrong with staying in. A book and tea were far superior to battling drunken strangers for breathing room in a sweaty nightclub. Right?

Have you guys ever heard of Wilma Pebbles?” “Is she a model? She sounds hot in a Flintstones kinda way.” “She’s an author.” “Oh. Does she model on the side?” “You’re an idiot. I never should’ve unblocked you.” “Your life would be so boring without me and you know it. It’d be like cardboard without glitter. Ice cream without sugar. Pizza without olives.” “WTF are you talking about?” “Guys, FOCUS And no, Wilma does NOT model on the side. But she wrote a book that sounds kinda interesting It’s called Triceratops and Threesomes.” “Like the dinosaur?” “Yeah. Apparently dinosaur erotica is a thing.” “What the hell have you been doing in London? Also, do you think triceratops fuck with their horns?” Noah Wilson left the conversation.

been so caught up in the scavenger hunt I hadn’t realized she’d been following me, picking up every book

Do you have a favorite book?” “I can’t choose one.” She sounded appalled. “That’s like asking someone to choose a favorite ice cream flavor.

I wanted to know everything about Jules. What she liked, what she hated, what books she read and what music she listened to. Every crumb of information I could get to fill my insatiable need for her.

You gonna keep ogling me, or you got something I can help you with, princess?” “I wasn’t ogling you. I was secretly praying for you to get heatstroke. If you do, I’m not helping you. I have… a book to read.” Dear, Lord, what am I saying? I didn’t make sense even to myself.

Are we spending our date browsing? Because I’m fully onboard with that.” “Sort of.” “I would start with your favorite childhood book.” “Why?” “Trust me.” “Is this a bookstore scavenger hunt?” “Scavenger hunt and puzzle.

If I had to choose one book, just based on how many times I reread it…” Her cheeks colored. “Don’t laugh, because I know it’s a cliché choice and a children’s book, but…Charlotte’s Web. The family that lived in our house before us left a copy behind, and it was the only book I owned as a kid. I was obsessed to the point I refused to let my mom kill any spiders in case it was Charlotte.” My grin widened. “That’s fucking adorable.” The pink on her cheeks deepened. “I was young.” “I wasn’t being sarcastic.

I liked her already. Any woman who called Josh out earned an A-plus in my book.

Her words pricked at my chest. She wasn’t wrong. We were opposites in almost every way, from our habits and hobbies to our temperaments and taste in books. There was a time not too long ago when her eccentricities had repelled me as much as they’d attracted me. She was everything I shouldn’t want, but it didn’t matter. I wanted her anyway. So much so, I couldn’t breathe.

Have you guys ever heard of Wilma Pebbles? ADIL Is she a model? She sounds hot in a Flintstones kinda way She’s an author ADIL Oh ADIL Does she model on the side? NOAH You’re an idiot NOAH I never should’ve unblocked you ADIL Your life would be so boring without me and you know it ADIL It’d be like cardboard without glitter. Ice cream without sugar. Pizza without olives. NOAH WTF are you talking about? Guys, FOCUS And no, Wilma does NOT model on the side. But she wrote a book that sounds kinda interesting It’s called Triceratops and Threesomes NOAH … ADIL … ADIL Like the dinosaur? Yeah. Apparently dinosaur erotica is a thing NOAH … ADIL … ADIL What the hell have you been doing in London? ADIL Also, do you think triceratops fuck with their horns? Noah Wilson left the conversation.

I still owned DVDs the same way I still owned paperback books There was just something so magical about holding your favourite items rather than seeing them on screen

Outside, gray clouds threatened rain, and there was nothing cozier than browsing a bookstore during a rainstorm. I could already hear the quiet flip of pages and smell the uniquely sweet musk of old books

I want to be with you in any way I can, and if that means living in different cities, or turning down fifty grand, or working through my fear of flying so I can see you more often, I'll do it. I'll do anything for you.

Are we finally starting our book club? Wilma Pebbles has a new book coming out soon. It should be our featured read. Don’t forget you all agreed to join the book club,” he reminded them. “I’m adding everyone to the group chat once I’ve sorted out the logistics.” “You mean you haven’t sorted them out yet?” Gallagher snorted. “What kind of club admin are you?” “The kind who’ll put you on cleanup duty if you don’t show me more respect.” “Yeah? I’d like to see you enforce that rule—hey! Watch the hair!

Isabella hasn’t done a UK tour yet, but I figured a personal meet and greet would be more fun than standing in line for hours anyway.” I gestured at the books. “I had special editions made of all her titles so she could sign them for you in person.” I’d found a printer who could bind personal copies in hardcover with all the bells and whistles—foiling, fancy formatting, and a bunch of other features that went over my head but that the printer insisted Scarlett would love. Judging by the glossy sheen that brightened Scarlett’s eyes, he’d been right.

We hadn’t officially exchanged gifts yet (though the special edition books were my anniversary presents to her), but she didn’t even need to give me anything. Seeing her that happy had already made my night.

Welcome to the Blackcastle Book Club’s official group chat!” “Seriously? You put a picture from The Land Before Time as the group’s profile picture?” “Why not? It’s a good movie.” “Dude, that’s so wrong. It’s a children’s film, and we’re reading about dinosaurs boning.” “It’s a good thing we’re not making them read the books, isn’t it? But fine, I see your point. I wanted to keep it a surprise, but since you insist on policing my admin decisions, I’ve changed the picture to the cover of this month’s book club pick. Gentlemen, prepare yourselves for **drumroll please** Shagging the Spinosaurus!” “We already guessed that was the book of the month. We saw you reading it the other day Aren’t you supposed to read it with the rest of the club? Why are you reading it early?” “Yeah, that’s CHEATING.” “It’s called vetting. Also, I’m the admin. I can do what I want.” “I tried looking for it at the bookstore yesterday and couldn’t find it. Donovan, what was the name of the store you went to?” “Uh… I don’t remember. Just some shop I stumbled on in the city. I’m sure you can buy the book online.” “I don’t understand. How do you shag a spinosaurus?” “The same way you shag a triceratops and a T-rex, genius.” “Oh, you sound so bloody confident. Are you speaking from experience?” “Gentlemen, let’s get back on track! This is a book club, not a fight club. Our first official meeting is on Wednesday. I want everyone to come prepared with at least one discussion question.” “Dibs on the ‘how do you shag a spinosaurus’ question.” “You can’t ask that. It has to be a THOUGHTFUL question.” “How thoughtful do you want us to be? We’re literally reading about dinosaurs fucking.” “And humans If you forget them, that’s human erasure.” “Fuck off, Donovan.” “Spoken like someone who doesn’t have the IQ to come up with a good question.” “Yeah? Let’s wait until Wednesday and see. I bet my question will be better than yours.” “You’re on. May the better questioner win.” “Okayyy. Moving on. Noah, since you refuse to participate in the LITERARY side of our club, you’re in charge of snacks.” “Fine.” “I’m thinking we could do a themed event with dinosaur crackers. Do you think they make custom spinosaurus ones?” “So we’re going to eat the little dude while we read about him getting it on? That’s so wrong.” “Poor Spiny. He deserves better.” “It was an IDEA. I don’t see you guys coming up with anything better.” “How about jungle juice to stay with the dinosaur theme?” “Dinosaurs didn’t live in the jungle.” “How do you know? Were you there?” “Lol.” “Don’t talk to your captain like that.” “You’re our football captain. You’re not the president of this book club. Also, I just looked it up and they did live in jungles, so you’re wrong.” “Wait, we have a president?” “Yes, it’s me. Anyway Noah, can you call the dinosaur cracker company and ask them for custom spinosaurus snacks? Hello? Noah?” Noah Wilson left the conversation.

I took her hand and pulled her toward one of the seven alcoves. Her brow furrowed in obvious confusion as to why I would invite a third party to our anniversary night. “Who’s…” Her sentence trailed off again when we reached the alcove and she saw who was inside. “No.” Scarlett stopped dead in her tracks. “Asher. You didn’t.” Relief and amusement washed away the remnants of my nerves at her stunned expression. “You’ve always wanted to meet her. I figured tonight would be a good time, especially since she just released a new book.

I took over explaining. “Isabella hasn’t done a UK tour yet, but I figured a personal meet and greet would be more fun than standing in line for hours anyway.” I gestured at the books. “I had special editions made of all her titles so she could sign them for you in person.

Her and Blake’s story didn’t end in a happily ever after, but he’d showed her that love—that deep, all-consuming love people wrote songs and movies and books about—was real.

My advice is to listen, be patient, and never, ever rearrange your wife’s books without permission.

Like I said, lifestyle and mindset shift.” Kai read my expression like a book. He lifted his glass to his lips and arched an eyebrow. “The question is, are you willing to do it?

By the way Princess, the book is upside down

The book is upside down Princess