I felt out of place when the yellow vested valet smirked at my car and held my keys like they could infect him with being poor. F*ing pauper cooties.
Had I been dying, I would have cut your balls off and fed them to you. Prison doesn’t look so bad when you have no time left. Remember that.
We have come here to join Doctor Ian and Miss Devan in holy mattress-money… If anyone here thinks that Miss Devan and Dr. Ian don’t need to be married step forward now so Lydia and I can run over your toes with our wheelchairs, and pop you with marshmallows from our rubber band guns… I was granted the power of being ordinary by the internet and my mom’s credit card so what I say rings true. My judgment is that these two are husband and wife till they get wrinkly, slow, and their teeth fall out.
I think we could benefit from the ticket sales soaring if there was a cat fight… I bet she is a hair puller… She won’t punch because she might break a nail.
I struggled with this book and am struggling with this review as well as with forming a coherent conclusion on a rating. I enjoyed a great deal of All I Ask, although it went off the rails a little over half way through. The premise was sound, the characters were unusual, and there was an intriguing mystery beneath the surface. There were also many delightful scenes of stellar humor, a blossoming and transformative romance that brought the main characters to life, steamy sensual scenes, and heart squeezing exchanges. However, the storyline veered off track and became mired in Devon’s dismal angst, over the top melodrama, and tiresome obstinance. I would easily have rated the first half of the book four stars, although the mid to ninety percent of the book were a disappointing two to three.