I finished a book recently, as I crawled into bed, I sighed and said 'I miss them', to which my husband asked 'Who?' and I was forced to say the people in my book, they are real to me and after 11 novels they should be.
I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I want to ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he
Victorian Secrets: What a Corset Taught Me about the Past, the Present, and Myself by Sarah A. Chrisman http://www.amazon.com/dp/1626361754/ref=cm_sw_r_pi_dp_We8Yvb1T45D99