I couldn't help it: This book put a silly grin on my face.
Edie and Tyler are as different as night and day. She's a city slicker from NYC; he's a southern boy from Texas. He's uptight, starchy, closed-fisted; she's a fly by-by-the-seat of your pants gal. But the one thing they have in common is that both of them are emotional wrecks. Tyler keeps his emotions locked tight as a drum inside. While Edie covers hers up by trying to help everyone else with their problems.
This time he shoved a hand through his own hair and began to pace. "I'm not talking about sex, Edie. You said you would teach me all the crappy emotional stuff. Don't get me wrong, I love the sex. I adore the sex. I want the sex, but my last girlfriend cheated on me, and all you want to do is jump me, and now I'm worried that you were right and I'm a brick. I'm tired of being an emotional brick. Bricks are not good."
When it comes to matters of the heart, Edie and Tyler take a journey neither one intended.
Edie and Tyler are as different as night and day. She's a city slicker from NYC; he's a southern boy from Texas. He's uptight, starchy, closed-fisted; she's a fly by-by-the-seat of your pants gal. But the one thing they have in common is that both of them are emotional wrecks. Tyler keeps his emotions locked tight as a drum inside. While Edie covers hers up by trying to help everyone else with their problems.
This time he shoved a hand through his own hair and began to pace. "I'm not talking about sex, Edie. You said you would teach me all the crappy emotional stuff. Don't get me wrong, I love the sex. I adore the sex. I want the sex, but my last girlfriend cheated on me, and all you want to do is jump me, and now I'm worried that you were right and I'm a brick. I'm tired of being an emotional brick. Bricks are not good."
When it comes to matters of the heart, Edie and Tyler take a journey neither one intended.
