I believe in true love. Do you?
CHALLENGE: In less than 20 words, tell me what true love is.
PRIZE: A signed copy of
The Dust of 100 Dogs.
DEADLINE: Sunday, February 15th, 11:59pm EST
Winner chosen by three snarky and over-caffeinated anonymous judges.
Once you've entered, have a browse around this week's groovy D100D links:
Part Two of the excellent
Writer Unboxed interview, where I finally admit who
really inspired D100D, is
HERE.
Hillary over at
The Book Reader reviews
The Dust of 100 Dogs HERE.
"Well, it definitely was as great as they said it was. I had high expectations for this book and it did not disappoint. I would clap, but she can't hear me."
I can hear you just fine, Hillary. Thanks! So pleased that you liked it! (See you in Lititz, maybe?)
Did I ever link
Story Siren's review? I think I missed it due to launch weekend.
Check it out.
" I found myself thinking.... can it really be that good? Will I end up hating for the mere fact that everyone else loves it? But.. I read it and understood what all the fuss was really about. Because believe me when I say, it was really that good."
I was really hoping you'd like it, Kristi. Thrilled it didn't disappoint.
And HEY! You still have two weeks to enter this
INSANELY AWESOME contest over at Reviewer X's
blog. If you already bought the book, you really need to check this out...who doesn't want to win $300 worth of books?
Yeah - I said $300 worth of BOOKS!!!
Now - back to love. What is it?
I believe in true love. Do you?
CHALLENGE: In less than 20 words, tell me what true love is.
PRIZE: A signed copy of The Dust of 100 Dogs.
DEADLINE: Sunday, February 15th, 11:59pm EST
Winner chosen by three snarky and over-caffeinated anonymous judges.
Once you've entered, have a browse around this week's groovy D100D links:
Part Two of the excellent Writer Unboxed interview, where I finally admit who really inspired D100D, is HERE.
Hillary over at The Book Reader reviews The Dust of 100 Dogs HERE.
23 comments:
Love is feeling safe, warm and contented and not even caring about garlic breath or socks on the floor.
p.s. to other blog readers: I just finished reading The Dust of 100 Dogs and let me tell you, if you haven't read it - do it NOW! Wow, what a great book. I'm in awe of how truly awesome it is!
True love is going out for Cherry Garcia ice cream at 2AM. On a week night. In January. In Minnesota.
I'll *finally* be getting Do100D on Sunday! So look for a review on my blog sometime next week :)
Love is yes means yes, no means maybe, maybe is a promise, and promises are more important than sleep.
*don't enter me*
Love is a mixture of chemicals in the brain produced by a mad scientist.
Love: the indescribable desire of being with the person's perfections, flaws, and everything in between.
Love is letting someone else drive my car, Waffle House, random stuffed unicorns, and chocolate cream double stuffed Oreos.
pepsivanilla14(at)hotmail(dot)com
Love is never having to say you're sorry, even when a misthrown tennisball and a shattered goldfish bowl are involved.
On your worst day, in your worst mood, you stay because your heart knows there's no place you'd rather be.
Love is knowing that nothing you can do will be enough to make him not smile at you in the morning.
True love is making Ilsa get on the aeroplane.
Love? Instead of reading late into the night, I curled beside him and listened to him snore.
Love holds your head when you puke and cleans it up after.
Love thinks your beautiful when you've been sick for four days.
love is a leap of faith and a soft landing.
jessjacobs@mac.com
Love is two people standing in a thunderstorm looking at the black clouds and see sunshine.
A wagging tail, a cold wet nose, a soggy tennis ball and a promise of the same tomorrow, and tomorrow...
Love is remembering that little little spiral of thrilling fear tinged longing, even years later on a mediocre, ordinary day.
True love is an atomic bomb. You drop it and boom! An explosion of angels singing Hallelujah!
Love is a by-product.
What true loves means to me is seeing your parents still holding that flame of love for one another. My parents have been married for 35 years going to be 36 and they're perfect for each other because I don't know who else would have them.
jmsparkuhl@cox.net
Love is a buy-product Anne, (we'll split the reward), and you must never forget it. I love my Nana. She loves me. My wife thinks I'm crazy. I love her still, and she loves me back. Love is a gift we share. Just as the antithesis: anger fear hate bloodless rage hormonal...confusion...doubt. Pain. Do I mean blood soaked range? Rage. Sickness. Love though ephemeral, like any thing else, could be the anser, it might be all you need...but for balance, perspective, it's one of those "things" / phenomena, that, you need with every thing else, to be able to see it...feel it, experience it. When you speak with love, the whole world is better for it. You give and take it so much easier. You give and take your anger and frustration and fear as well...but, if you give love, and stop thinking, don't consider I need some one to love, you will love, agape. Perhaps of an intensity that with practise grows. Life lived is lived better when you say do every thing with love, instead of hate. It's a phenomena then...some kind of WAY in and of life, much like any and every thing else. Phenomena. A magic potion that has effects but wears off in time. Like a realization I'm happy, going on way too long and am all over the place with this post and subject. I am sorry. I did this out of love nothing more. Nothing less. I expect nothing from it. I in fact want nothing from it and suspect I'll get just that. Though, jinx, I'm doomed. I'm sure, you think about it, and that just ruins it. But, I try not to do whatever I do with hate...try not to assess or judge. Keep it simple. KISS.
Love is wanting someone after 10 years of stretch marks, babies, random fluids, and seeing someone at their worst!
That's 19 of my own words and I'll leave you with one of my favorite quotes.
"I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman."
Anais Nin
True love to false love is as an immortal to a mortal, a selflessness that never grows old; true warmth.
paradoxrevealed (at) aim (dot) com
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