Who says?

Rick: Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.

So I got an email from a writer colleague who was bemoaning the fact that she read a story by another writer we know and that writer had the characters declaring their love almost straight away ‘and how stupid is that?’ I don’t know how stupid that is. My understanding is there is no rhyme or reason to love and people can fall in love in a second, six weeks or six months from next Tuesday. Who says there has to be a time limit? And why can’t characters in a book fall in love fast?

I look at it this way. Romance books are fantasy. We all want to believe there is this man who will be so gob-smackingly overcome by our beauty and talent that once he gets over his speechlessness at how fantastic, smart and sexy we are he will declare his love for us within an hour of meeting us because to do anything else would be beyond him. Seems logical to me.

Ilsa: Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time.