In Hollywood, No One Knows Anything.

But Just As He Knew The Sun Was Obliged To Rise Each Morning In The East, No Matter How Much A Western Arisal Might Have Pleased It, So He Knew That Buttercup Was Obliged To Spend Her Love On Him. Gold Was Inviting, And So Was Royalty, But They Could Not Match The Fever In His Heart, And Sooner Or Later She Would Have To Catch It. She Had Less Choice Than The Sun.

Look. (grown-ups Skip This Paragraph) I'm Not About To Tell You This Book Has A Tragic Ending. I Already Said In The Very First Line How It Was My Favorite In All The World. But There's A Lot Of Bad Stuff Coming.

Since The Invention Of The Kiss, There Have Only Been Five Kisses That Were Rated The Most Passionate, The Most Pure. This One Left Them All Behind.

Is This A Kissing Book?

The Hollowness Was In His Arms And The World Was Snowing.