When you’ve picked yourself up off the floor after collapsing into a puddle of awwwwwwwwwwws over the insane cuteness of that Elvis Presley photo, take a look at these links:
If you’re feeling really dorky, and I, for one, usually am, take a look at the first sentences of classic novels, diagrammed.
Verona, July 17, 1796
I write you, my beloved one, very often, and you write very little. You are wicked and naughty, very naughty, as much as you are fickle. It is unfaithful so to deceive a poor husband, a tender lover! Ought he to lose all his enjoyments because he is so far away, borne down with toil, fatigue, and hardship? Without his Josephine, without the assurance of her love, what is left him upon earth? What can he do?
We had yesterday a very bloody affair; the enemy has lost many men, and has been completely beaten. We have taken the whole country around Mantua.
Adieu, adorable Josephine; one of these nights your door will open with a great noise; as a jealous person, and you will find me on your arms.
A thousand loving kisses.
If you are a Regency romance reader, it’s hard to remember, sometimes, that Napoleon Bonaparte was ever anything but a dirty frog/Mad Corsican/filthy beast. Alas, it’s hard not to get a little warm and fuzzy when you read his letters to his beloved Josephine. This website created to complement PBS’ Napoleon documentary is full of suchlike letters and other information about Bonaparte — by the time you’re done, you might wish someone would write a Regency with a French perspective.
If you sometimes feel that there’s someone in Harlequin’s offices playing paper dolls with virgins, sheikhs, Italian playboys, Texas cowboys and cute babies, well, you’re almost there. Turns out Harlequin knows just How To Write The Perfect Romance, and was helpful enough to share the formula with the rest of us! Because this Harlequin page has no image, I took the opportunity to insert a wholly gratuitous bizarre Harlequin cover image. I’m ashamed to admit that I’m intrigued by this cover.
I’m a little headachy today, so I’m going to sign off with that. But just so you don’t feel cheated, here’s another gratuitous image, this one of yet another cute guy doing the darnedest thing:
In which world’s fastest Scotsman and all-around cutie-pie Jim Clark proves that the 1960s were a much more adorable time in general than the 2010s.