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I am in love. With a book. Not almost in love. Not almost like being in love. Totally, completely, joyously in love.
This book is quirky, touching, absolutely freakin' hilarious, clever, and sweet. And a M/M love story. But it is not erotic. It is sweet. It is brilliant. I am in love.
(This book is definitely not for everyone, but since I love quirky stuff, it is right up my alley).
When I have finished, I will post a review. In the meantime, here is a snippet of dialogue that made me laugh out loud. In fact, this is the funniest thing I have read in a very long time!
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Gordo: ...Travis, if you'd taken Trig with me like I asked you to, you'd know by now that it doesn't matter if you like boys instead of girls because the formulas are all the same.
Travis: I never said I like boys!
Gordo: Ever beat off to Penthouse?
Travis: No.
Gordo: Ever collect baseball cards?
Travis: No.
Gordo: How old is Barbra Streisand?
Travis: 36. Three weeks ago.
Gordo: What do you need -- a fucking blueprint?
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Oh! Happy Weekend,
Penelope