I've just read a great post on Publishers' Weekly about Linda Urban's A Crooked Kind of Perfect.
"You know that exhilarating crush-like feeling you get when you meet someone new who makes you laugh and laugh and feel 100% good about the world?" says Alison Morris. "You know how it is - you think you want to spend all your available free time with this person and get to know everything about them and introduce them to all of your friends, except that (let's face it) your friends are already getting sick of hearing you talk about your crush, even if they're being polite enough not to let you see them roll their eyes. Well... I'm currently having that experience. With a book."
I know exactly what she means.
I've mentioned it before, but I get a certain specific feeling in my stomach when I fall in love with a book (it could be the same feeling when you fall in love with a person, but it's so long since I did that, I can't remember).
When I had a "proper" job the feeling would be accompanied by a strong urge to bunk off work and snuggle up with the book, a pot of tea and a family bar of chocolate. Nowadays, it just means get through my work really fast ... so I can snuggle up with the book, a pot of tea and a family bar of chocolate (or today - a packet of Jammy Dodgers stolen from my son).
Today I will be reading Caprice Crane's Forget About It and I'll also be ordering Linda Urban's book (I love the cover too).
What about you? What was the last book you fell in love with and how do you know when you've found "the one"?