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The creative and talented Fausto Umanzor made this trailer of Miss Fortune Cookie.
Enjoy!
Dear Miss Fortune Cookie,
My best friend stole my boyfriend. Now she’s going to prom with him. Is it wrong to give her mono by drinking from her soda can at lunch?
Tempted
Dear Tempted,
Can you really give someone mono that way? I wish they taught us useful things like that in bio. Seriously though …
Confucius said: Before embarking on a path of revenge, first dig two graves. Are you still friends with her? If so, tell her how you feel. If you are no longer friends, revenge won’t make anything better.
Miss Fortune Cookie
Dear Miss Fortune Cookie,
My best friend stole my boyfriend. Now she’s going to prom with him. Is it wrong to give her mono by drinking from her soda can at lunch?
Tempted
Dear Tempted,
Can you really give someone mono that way? I wish they taught us useful things like that in bio. Seriously though …
Confucius said: Before embarking on a path of revenge, first dig two graves. Are you still friends with her? If so, tell her how you feel. If you are no longer friends, revenge won’t make anything better.
Miss Fortune Cookie
Dear Miss Fortune Cookie,
My best friend stole my boyfriend. Now she’s going to prom with him. Is it wrong to give her mono by drinking from her soda can at lunch?
Tempted
Dear Tempted,
Can you really give someone mono that way? I wish they taught us useful things like that in bio. Seriously though …
Confucius said: Before embarking on a path of revenge, first dig two graves. Are you still friends with her? If so, tell her how you feel. If you are no longer friends, revenge won’t make anything better.
Miss Fortune Cookie
The love interests in my novels tend toward the unconventional. This may have something to do with my own experience that the perfect specimens of manhood weren’t always the most desirable in other regards. With this in mind, I created a list.
what’s hot … and … what’s not
When it comes to love, the coolest guy or girl ….
tells a good story has a bad case of braggadocio pox
has a genuine laugh thinks cracking a smile wrecks his image
touches your hair while you kiss flips her own hair before you kiss
looks deeply into your eyes stares at self whenever a mirror is present
has a personal style wears what everyone else wears
geeks out over a passion is too cool to have a passion
likes to exchange ideas nods, but never removes earplugs
cheers you on always tries to outdo you
respects who you are tells you who to be
In my books, the love interest may get to swoop in on a horse or motorcycle or whatever and save the day every so often. But the main character gets to do some swooping of her own.
The love interests in my novels tend toward the unconventional. This may have something to do with my own experience that the perfect specimens of manhood weren’t always the most desirable in other regards. With this in mind, I created a list.
what’s hot … and … what’s not
When it comes to love, the coolest guy or girl ….
tells a good story has a bad case of braggadocio pox
has a genuine laugh thinks cracking a smile wrecks his image
touches your hair while you kiss flips her own hair before you kiss
looks deeply into your eyes stares at self whenever a mirror is present
has a personal style wears what everyone else wears
geeks out over a passion is too cool to have a passion
likes to exchange ideas nods, but never removes earplugs
cheers you on always tries to outdo you
respects who you are tells you who to be
In my books, the love interest may get to swoop in on a horse or motorcycle or whatever and save the day every so often. But the main character gets to do some swooping of her own.
The love interests in my novels tend toward the unconventional. This may have something to do with my own experience that the perfect specimens of manhood weren’t always the most desirable in other regards. With this in mind, I created a list.
what’s hot … and … what’s not
When it comes to love, the coolest guy or girl ….
tells a good story has a bad case of braggadocio pox
has a genuine laugh thinks cracking a smile wrecks his image
touches your hair while you kiss flips her own hair before you kiss
looks deeply into your eyes stares at self whenever a mirror is present
has a personal style wears what everyone else wears
geeks out over a passion is too cool to have a passion
likes to exchange ideas nods, but never removes earplugs
cheers you on always tries to outdo you
respects who you are tells you who to be
In my books, the love interest may get to swoop in on a horse or motorcycle or whatever and save the day every so often. But the main character gets to do some swooping of her own.
A friend of my built my first house website. I absolutely love it. But it’s been languishing for months. Years, in fact. The paint is peeling and the windows could use a wash.
Since I love wordpress for blogging, I made the decision to create my website here too. Soon. First I needed to 1)pick a template, 2)learn how to customize it, 3)purchase a font kit, 4)figure out how to transfer my domain, my domain email, etc.
Step one: choosing a template. There are literally thousands of templates online. After narrowing it down to a dozen contenders, I learned that wordpress.com only works with the ones they provide. So I picked one. Then I noticed a button called activate and clicked on it.
Big mistake. The new template “activated” on my blog, deleting all the customized images I’d uploaded. Everything was lost.
But rather than panic, I started creating my new website out of the ashes of my blog.
Instead of launching a beautiful website like I planned, what you see is a work-in-progress.
In the next few weeks, I’ll just slap on some paint new fonts, add new rooms pages as needed, and it will be as good as new.
But first, I need a tutorial on CSS. Ack!
A friend of my built my first house website. I absolutely love it. But it’s been languishing for months. Years, in fact. The paint is peeling and the windows could use a wash.
Since I love wordpress for blogging, I made the decision to create my website here too. Soon. First I needed to 1)pick a template, 2)learn how to customize it, 3)purchase a font kit, 4)figure out how to transfer my domain, my domain email, etc.
Step one: choosing a template. There are literally thousands of templates online. After narrowing it down to a dozen contenders, I learned that wordpress.com only works with the ones they provide. So I picked one. Then I noticed a button called activate and clicked on it.
Big mistake. The new template “activated” on my blog, deleting all the customized images I’d uploaded. Everything was lost.
But rather than panic, I started creating my new website out of the ashes of my blog.
Instead of launching a beautiful website like I planned, what you see is a work-in-progress.
In the next few weeks, I’ll just slap on some paint new fonts, add new rooms pages as needed, and it will be as good as new.
But first, I need a tutorial on CSS. Ack!
A friend of my built my first house website. I absolutely love it. But it’s been languishing for months. Years, in fact. The paint is peeling and the windows could use a wash.
Since I love wordpress for blogging, I made the decision to create my website here too. Soon. First I needed to 1)pick a template, 2)learn how to customize it, 3)purchase a font kit, 4)figure out how to transfer my domain, my domain email, etc.
Step one: choosing a template. There are literally thousands of templates online. After narrowing it down to a dozen contenders, I learned that wordpress.com only works with the ones they provide. So I picked one. Then I noticed a button called activate and clicked on it.
Big mistake. The new template “activated” on my blog, deleting all the customized images I’d uploaded. Everything was lost.
But rather than panic, I started creating my new website out of the ashes of my blog.
Instead of launching a beautiful website like I planned, what you see is a work-in-progress.
In the next few weeks, I’ll just slap on some paint new fonts, add new rooms pages as needed, and it will be as good as new.
But first, I need a tutorial on CSS. Ack!
Meet Erin. Smart student, great daughter, better friend. Secretly the mastermind behind the popular advice blog Miss Fortune Cookie. Totally unaware that her carefully constructed life is about to get crazy.
It all begins when her ex-best friend sends a letter to her blog—and then acts on her advice. Erin’s efforts to undo the mess will plunge her into adventure, minor felonies, and possibly her very first romance.
What’s a likely fortune for someone no longer completely in control of her fate? Hopefully nothing like: You will become a crispy noodle in the salad of life.
Meet Erin. Smart student, great daughter, better friend. Secretly the mastermind behind the popular advice blog Miss Fortune Cookie. Totally unaware that her carefully constructed life is about to get crazy.
It all begins when her ex-best friend sends a letter to her blog—and then acts on her advice. Erin’s efforts to undo the mess will plunge her into adventure, minor felonies, and possibly her very first romance.
What’s a likely fortune for someone no longer completely in control of her fate? Hopefully nothing like: You will become a crispy noodle in the salad of life.
One day, I was eavesdropping in the courtyard of a little hotel in Bangkok where I stayed for a month while my sexy-geek husband studied parasites at a local hospital.
girl 1: He’s not too nice if you know what I mean.
girl 2: That’s the way I like them. Bad boys. Ha ha.
me: ????
Which brings me to confession–as usual, I feel out of step with popular culture. I actually like nice guys. And I’d rather not save my man from himself.
Yes, I found Jordan in My-So-Called Life swoon-worthy. But his behavior eventually wore on my one last nerve. In the last episode, I got furious with Angela for jumping in his car after Brian admitted writing the love letter, the most beautiful love letter of all time, imo.
But I can’t write a love interest that doesn’t appeal to me, leaving me only one option. Roll with it. That’s why Roz’s love interest in My Invented Life has bangs half covering his face, stammers, and flirts by throwing pillows. But he also cut a picture of Roz from the newspaper and tacked it up in his room. Romantic? I think so.
I adore geeks, and one of the two love interests in my latest novel Miss Fortune Cookie (fall 2012) totally fits into the category. When I describe him as a Filipino-American Legolas, the copy-editor wrote a note in the margin, “Is he supposed to be attractive?”
Um. Yes?
In my current WIP, I am experimenting with a bad boy love interest. He shop-lifts, cuts school, and has a chip on his shoulder the size of Texas because of his dead-beat dad. But guess what? he’s turning out to be NICE underneath. Arrrgh!
So I need to know if there is a fervent minority like me.
Him?
Or him?
Please vote in the comments.
One day, I was eavesdropping in the courtyard of a little hotel in Bangkok where I stayed for a month while my sexy-geek husband studied parasites at a local hospital.
girl 1: He’s not too nice if you know what I mean.
girl 2: That’s the way I like them. Bad boys. Ha ha.
me: ????
Which brings me to confession–as usual, I feel out of step with popular culture. I actually like nice guys. And I’d rather not save my man from himself.
Yes, I found Jordan in My-So-Called Life swoon-worthy. But his behavior eventually wore on my one last nerve. In the last episode, I got furious with Angela for jumping in his car after Brian admitted writing the love letter, the most beautiful love letter of all time, imo.
But I can’t write a love interest that doesn’t appeal to me, leaving me only one option. Roll with it. That’s why Roz’s love interest in My Invented Life has bangs half covering his face, stammers, and flirts by throwing pillows. But he also cut a picture of Roz from the newspaper and tacked it up in his room. Romantic? I think so.
I adore geeks, and one of the two love interests in my latest novel Miss Fortune Cookie (fall 2012) totally fits into the category. When I describe him as a Filipino-American Legolas, the copy-editor wrote a note in the margin, “Is he supposed to be attractive?”
Um. Yes?
In my current WIP, I am experimenting with a bad boy love interest. He shop-lifts, cuts school, and has a chip on his shoulder the size of Texas because of his dead-beat dad. But guess what? he’s turning out to be NICE underneath. Arrrgh!
So I need to know if there is a fervent minority like me.
Him?
Or him?
Please vote in the comments.
One day, I was eavesdropping in the courtyard of a little hotel in Bangkok where I stayed for a month while my sexy-geek husband studied parasites at a local hospital.
girl 1: He’s not too nice if you know what I mean.
girl 2: That’s the way I like them. Bad boys. Ha ha.
me: ????
Which brings me to confession–as usual, I feel out of step with popular culture. I actually like nice guys. And I’d rather not save my man from himself.
Yes, I found Jordan in My-So-Called Life swoon-worthy. But his behavior eventually wore on my one last nerve. In the last episode, I got furious with Angela for jumping in his car after Brian admitted writing the love letter, the most beautiful love letter of all time, imo.
But I can’t write a love interest that doesn’t appeal to me, leaving me only one option. Roll with it. That’s why Roz’s love interest in My Invented Life has bangs half covering his face, stammers, and flirts by throwing pillows. But he also cut a picture of Roz from the newspaper and tacked it up in his room. Romantic? I think so.
I adore geeks, and one of the two love interests in my latest novel Miss Fortune Cookie (fall 2012) totally fits into the category. When I describe him as a Filipino-American Legolas, the copy-editor wrote a note in the margin, “Is he supposed to be attractive?”
Um. Yes?
In my current WIP, I am experimenting with a bad boy love interest. He shop-lifts, cuts school, and has a chip on his shoulder the size of Texas because of his dead-beat dad. But guess what? he’s turning out to be NICE underneath. Arrrgh!
So I need to know if there is a fervent minority like me.
Him?
Or him?
Please vote in the comments.
I am
grateful for
heat from the sun
the way my cat’s tail curls,
cool, clean water from the faucet
a car that hasn’t broken down yet
family, friends, generous people
my son performing in a play
clawfoot bathtubs
mountain air
laughter
Nutella
writing
books
music
l
o
v
e
general
nutiness
and fun
I am
grateful for
heat from the sun
the way my cat’s tail curls,
cool, clean water from the faucet
a car that hasn’t broken down yet
family, friends, generous people
my son performing in a play
clawfoot bathtubs
mountain air
laughter
Nutella
writing
books
music
l
o
v
e
general
nutiness
and fun
I am
grateful for
heat from the sun
the way my cat’s tail curls,
cool, clean water from the faucet
a car that hasn’t broken down yet
family, friends, generous people
my son performing in a play
clawfoot bathtubs
mountain air
laughter
Nutella
writing
books
music
l
o
v
e
general
nutiness
and fun
Welcome to LIBRARIAN SUPERHEROES–modest defenders of books
Meet Rebecca Donnelly, Youth Services Librarian in Rio Rancho, New Mexico.
I caught up with Rebecca minutes after she completed a dangerous mission, and asked her a few questions.
Flying vs. Invisibility?
Invisibility–I would be a klutzy fly girl.
Can you share a story of a librarian encounter from your childhood?
I have always hoped no one would ever ask me this question, because I don’t have any. I was a keep-to-myself kind of reader, and the greatest influence on my book choices was probably my grandmother. But I vividly remember the children’s room (house, really) at my childhood library. They had bought the house next door to the Carnegie library building and turned it into the children’s area, and a raised hallway was constructed to connect the two buildings. So going from children’s to adult was literally a passage. Not that I thought that poetically back then.
What is the best part of being a librarian?
Best part of the invisible side of the job = collection development. I love buying books for the library! There is great satisfaction in building a really good collection and seeing it get used. Best part of the public side of the job = reader’s advisory. Giving a child or teen the right book is a very special thing.
The worst?
The bureaucracy and inflexibility that comes with any government job.
What is on your TBR right now?
It’s a nice stack of middle-grade mysteries (Seventh Level by Jody Feldman; The Case of the Case of Mistaken Identity by Mac Barnett; The Egypt Game by Zilpha Keatley Snyder) and a book about mystery writing; Talking about Detective Fiction by P.D. James. Also a book on alchemists; Perdido Street Station by China Mieville; Akata Witch by Nnedi Okorafor (which I’m halfway through), and Geraldine McCaughrean’s The Glorious Adventures of the Sunshine Queen (about a fifth of the way through). I’m also listening to The Borrower by Rebecca Makkai.
If you could say one thing to your patrons, what would it be?
You have more time to read than you think you do!
What books, in your opinion, still need to be written?
This is a tough one. I mean, there is almost every kind of book you could think of in YA right now. Jewish lesbian hip-hop in suburban Minnesota? Check. (Sister Mischief by Laura Goode.) Talll tales of Filipino-British basketball players? Check. (Tall Story by Candy Gourlay.) Stories of transgender teens (I am J by Cris Beam), hard-hitting stories about eating disorders, drug abuse, abusive families–these are the things we tend to think of when we consider what needs to be written. We all want books that speak to readers who are often ignored in mainstream culture, or who want a book that says that they’re not alone. This stuff is there, and I think the real challenge is getting it to the readers. Kids don’t come up to me and say, I want a book about one-legged jerks, bullying, self-hatred, and maybe
Welcome to LIBRARIAN SUPERHEROES–modest defenders of books
Meet Rebecca Donnelly, Youth Services Librarian in Rio Rancho, New Mexico.
I caught up with Rebecca minutes after she completed a dangerous mission, and asked her a few questions.
Flying vs. Invisibility?
Invisibility–I would be a klutzy fly girl.
Can you share a story of a librarian encounter from your childhood?
I have always hoped no one would ever ask me this question, because I don’t have any. I was a keep-to-myself kind of reader, and the greatest influence on my book choices was probably my grandmother. But I vividly remember the children’s room (house, really) at my childhood library. They had bought the house next door to the Carnegie library building and turned it into the children’s area, and a raised hallway was constructed to connect the two buildings. So going from children’s to adult was literally a passage. Not that I thought that poetically back then.
What is the best part of being a librarian?
Best part of the invisible side of the job = collection development. I love buying books for the library! There is great satisfaction in building a really good collection and seeing it get used. Best part of the public side of the job = reader’s advisory. Giving a child or teen the right book is a very special thing.
The worst?
The bureaucracy and inflexibility that comes with any government job.
What is on your TBR right now?
It’s a nice stack of middle-grade mysteries (Seventh Level by Jody Feldman; The Case of the Case of Mistaken Identity by Mac Barnett; The Egypt Game by Zilpha Keatley Snyder) and a book about mystery writing; Talking about Detective Fiction by P.D. James. Also a book on alchemists; Perdido Street Station by China Mieville; Akata Witch by Nnedi Okorafor (which I’m halfway through), and Geraldine McCaughrean’s The Glorious Adventures of the Sunshine Queen (about a fifth of the way through). I’m also listening to The Borrower by Rebecca Makkai.
If you could say one thing to your patrons, what would it be?
You have more time to read than you think you do!
What books, in your opinion, still need to be written?
This is a tough one. I mean, there is almost every kind of book you could think of in YA right now. Jewish lesbian hip-hop in suburban Minnesota? Check. (Sister Mischief by Laura Goode.) Talll tales of Filipino-British basketball players? Check. (Tall Story by Candy Gourlay.) Stories of transgender teens (I am J by Cris Beam), hard-hitting stories about eating disorders, drug abuse, abusive families–these are the things we tend to think of when we consider what needs to be written. We all want books that speak to readers who are often ignored in mainstream culture, or who want a book that says that they’re not alone. This stuff is there, and I think the real challenge is getting it to the readers. Kids don’t come up to me and say, I want a book about one-legged jerks, bullying, self-hatred, and maybe a swim team, and at the end of it I want to cry. I have that book: Whale Talk, by Chris Crutcher.
What is flying off the teen shelves of your library right now?
In addition to the things you’d expect to be popular (the Maximum Ride series, the House of Night series, Alyson Noel’s The Immortals series), I’ve seen D.M. Cornish’s The Foundling’s Take (formerly Monster Blood Tattoo) series go out often, and Eva Ibbotson’s recently repackaged-for-teens historical novels, like The Reluctant Heiress. And manga, lots of manga. Chibi Vampire, Vampire Knight, Fruits Basket, Antique Bakery.
I definitely want to check out a lot of these books.
Thanks for appearing on my blog, Rebecca!
Welcome to LIBRARIAN SUPERHEROES–modest defenders of books
Meet Rebecca Donnelly, Youth Services Librarian in Rio Rancho, New Mexico.
I caught up with Rebecca minutes after she completed a dangerous mission, and asked her a few questions.
Flying vs. Invisibility?
Invisibility–I would be a klutzy fly girl.
Can you share a story of a librarian encounter from your childhood?
I have always hoped no one would ever ask me this question, because I don’t have any. I was a keep-to-myself kind of reader, and the greatest influence on my book choices was probably my grandmother. But I vividly remember the children’s room (house, really) at my childhood library. They had bought the house next door to the Carnegie library building and turned it into the children’s area, and a raised hallway was constructed to connect the two buildings. So going from children’s to adult was literally a passage. Not that I thought that poetically back then.
What is the best part of being a librarian?
Best part of the invisible side of the job = collection development. I love buying books for the library! There is great satisfaction in building a really good collection and seeing it get used. Best part of the public side of the job = reader’s advisory. Giving a child or teen the right book is a very special thing.
The worst?
The bureaucracy and inflexibility that comes with any government job.
What is on your TBR right now?
It’s a nice stack of middle-grade mysteries (Seventh Level by Jody Feldman; The Case of the Case of Mistaken Identity by Mac Barnett; The Egypt Game by Zilpha Keatley Snyder) and a book about mystery writing; Talking about Detective Fiction by P.D. James. Also a book on alchemists; Perdido Street Station by China Mieville; Akata Witch by Nnedi Okorafor (which I’m halfway through), and Geraldine McCaughrean’s The Glorious Adventures of the Sunshine Queen (about a fifth of the way through). I’m also listening to The Borrower by Rebecca Makkai.
If you could say one thing to your patrons, what would it be?
You have more time to read than you think you do!
What books, in your opinion, still need to be written?
This is a tough one. I mean, there is almost every kind of book you could think of in YA right now. Jewish lesbian hip-hop in suburban Minnesota? Check. (Sister Mischief by Laura Goode.) Talll tales of Filipino-British basketball players? Check. (Tall Story by Candy Gourlay.) Stories of transgender teens (I am J by Cris Beam), hard-hitting stories about eating disorders, drug abuse, abusive families–these are the things we tend to think of when we consider what needs to be written. We all want books that speak to readers who are often ignored in mainstream culture, or who want a book that says that they’re not alone. This stuff is there, and I think the real challenge is getting it to the readers. Kids don’t come up to me and say, I want a book about one-legged jerks, bullying, self-hatred, and maybe a swim team, and at the end of it I want to cry. I have that book: Whale Talk, by Chris Crutcher.
What is flying off the teen shelves of your library right now?
In addition to the things you’d expect to be popular (the Maximum Ride series, the House of Night series, Alyson Noel’s The Immortals series), I’ve seen D.M. Cornish’s The Foundling’s Take (formerly Monster Blood Tattoo) series go out often, and Eva Ibbotson’s recently repackaged-for-teens historical novels, like The Reluctant Heiress. And manga, lots of manga. Chibi Vampire, Vampire Knight, Fruits Basket, Antique Bakery.
I definitely want to check out a lot of these books.
Thanks for appearing on my blog, Rebecca!
I wish I’d brought my camera with me.
Gay Pride in Taos in KCP was a colorful event–dogs in bright sweaters, a drag queen with a full length rainbow boa, and happy dancers on the grass. I went to catch up with friends and listen to the music. My son’s didn’t really want to go with me until they found out there would be extreme religious protesters present. Maybe they could do a sneak attack with squirt guns? My husband suggested water balloons with rainbow paint inside.
When we got to the event, though, the reality of the protesters was way too intimidating. They had congregated at one end of the park, wearing matching hats and T-shirts, yelling disgusting and hostile things through their mega-phones. Police were present. Anyone coming in or out of the park had to walk right by them.
That’s when I noticed three teen boys holding up hand-made signs, welcoming people who dared to cross the line of hate. I don’t remember what the signs said (and didn’t have my camera!), but the messages were all about love and acceptance. Inspired by this, my sons went home with their friends to create a sign of their own–Jesus Proclaimeth That Hate Achieves Nothing.
I wish I’d brought my camera with me.
Gay Pride in Taos in KCP was a colorful event–dogs in bright sweaters, a drag queen with a full length rainbow boa, and happy dancers on the grass. I went to catch up with friends and listen to the music. My son’s didn’t really want to go with me until they found out there would be extreme religious protesters present. Maybe they could do a sneak attack with squirt guns? My husband suggested water balloons with rainbow paint inside.
When we got to the event, though, the reality of the protesters was way too intimidating. They had congregated at one end of the park, wearing matching hats and T-shirts, yelling disgusting and hostile things through their mega-phones. Police were present. Anyone coming in or out of the park had to walk right by them.
That’s when I noticed three teen boys holding up hand-made signs, welcoming people who dared to cross the line of hate. I don’t remember what the signs said (and didn’t have my camera!), but the messages were all about love and acceptance. Inspired by this, my sons went home with their friends to create a sign of their own–Jesus Proclaimeth That Hate Achieves Nothing.
I wish I’d brought my camera with me.
Gay Pride in Taos in KCP was a colorful event–dogs in bright sweaters, a drag queen with a full length rainbow boa, and happy dancers on the grass. I went to catch up with friends and listen to the music. My son’s didn’t really want to go with me until they found out there would be extreme religious protesters present. Maybe they could do a sneak attack with squirt guns? My husband suggested water balloons with rainbow paint inside.
When we got to the event, though, the reality of the protesters was way too intimidating. They had congregated at one end of the park, wearing matching hats and T-shirts, yelling disgusting and hostile things through their mega-phones. Police were present. Anyone coming in or out of the park had to walk right by them.
That’s when I noticed three teen boys holding up hand-made signs, welcoming people who dared to cross the line of hate. I don’t remember what the signs said (and didn’t have my camera!), but the messages were all about love and acceptance. Inspired by this, my sons went home with their friends to create a sign of their own–Jesus Proclaimeth That Hate Achieves Nothing.
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Dude, I’ll take the elf any day. Seriously, when isn’t Legolas attractive?
I think bad boy = easy way for story/romantic conflict. In the end, I think a worthy love interest is a far, far better thing. And that usually means he has some nice in him.
Looking forward to Miss Fortune Cookie!
Those are some encouraging words! Your comment is giving me heart to keep writing my love interests that way I want to.