Chicken soup for the romantic soul Inspirational stories about love and romance

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Subjects
Genres
Romance fiction
Published
Deerfield Beach, Fla. : Health Communications c2002.
Language
English
Other Authors
Jack Canfield, 1944- (-)
Physical Description
361 p. : ill. ; 22 cm
ISBN
9780757300424
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Review by Booklist Review

This addition to the popular Chicken Soup series blends a variety of stories--heartwarming, humorous, and poignant--to create a volume with broad appeal. Those passionate about love will appreciate stories like " An Evening at the Waldorf," in which the renowned hotel helps one man get his girl, and "Prince Charming," in which a young woman searches for her true love only to find him right in front of her. Comedy lovers will adore "Ready to Be Entertained," a tale about mistaken identity at the local video store, and Dave Barry's "Road to Romantic Ruin Is Paved with Practical Gifts." Finally there are emotion-filled stories like "Angel on the Beach," a piece about overcoming the grief of losing a spouse, and the touching "Mourning the Loss, Mending the Heart," in which one couple handles a diagnosis of rheumatoid arthritis. Chicken Soup for the Romantic Soul will surely charm romantics and cynics alike. --Megan Kalan

From Booklist, Copyright (c) American Library Association. Used with permission.
Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Nourishment for the spirit is served with two new portions: Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen's Chicken Soup for the Grieving Soul: Stories About Life, Death and Overcoming the Loss of a Loved One provides solace and encouragement to those in need. The collected comments on loss and healing, grouped in such sections as "Final Gifts," "The Power of Support," "Coping and Healing" and "Insights and Lessons," offer comfort and hope. Chicken Soup for the Romantic Soul: Inspirational Stories About Love and Romance, by Canfield, Hansen, Mark and Chrissy Donnelly and Barbara De Angelis celebrates love in its many forms. Contributions of anecdotes, cartoons, poems and stories in sections such as "Finding True Love," "Romantic Moments," "Memories of Love" and "The Flame Still Burns" offer insights to the enduring emotion that lights so many lives. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

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Love Notes I could say that a winter breeze had sent snow flurries dancing against our window pane as we cuddled in front of a glowing fire, sipping spiced cider, alternately nuzzling each other and cooing about the depth of our love. I could say that - but it would be a lie. The early November storms had melted, leaving an endless landscape of gray trees and mire green earth. It fit our moods. My husband and I vacillated between extreme joy over the life of our two-months-old son and extreme distress over our lack of sleep or of time for each other. Our conversation of the past two weeks especially sounded less like the cooing of lovebirds and more like the barking of pitbulls. I had returned to work after only six weeks' leave and on the tail end of postpartum blahs. I felt fat and incompetent. My husband felt guilty and alienated. The few words in passing each morning and the brief hug and peck in the evening were, at best, meager tokens of the attention we desperately needed to give each other. After one particularly exhausting day, I lay next to our precious infant, dreamily following the down of his cheeks and the satin of his neck and arm to his feathery fingers, when I . . . well, I fell asleep. I slept the dreamless sleep of the fatigued, while my dear husband waited, hopeful that I would rouse to finish the conversation we'd begun two days earlier. I felt his presence, vaguely, in the doorway of our room, but was drawn gently back into my drowsing stupor. I awoke several hours later to the whimpering hunger of our baby and saw my husband sleeping soundly within an arm's reach. After our son had settled back into blissful contentment, I rose to get a drink of water. I stumbled into the hall and flipped the light switch. There, I found the first note, hanging from the frame of our family montage: "I love you . . . because we are a family." My breath caught for a moment, then I ventured farther along the hallway, and . . . another note: "I love you because you are kind." For the next half hour, I wandered through our home, collecting the precious bits of warmth and affection. On the bathroom mirror: "I love you because you are beautiful." On my satchel of essays: "I love you because you are a teacher." On the refrigerator: "I love you because you are yummy." On the TV, on the bookcase, in the cupboards, on the front door: "I love you because you are funny . . . you are smart . . . you are creative.. . . you make me feel as if I can do anything . . . you are the mother of our son." Finally, on our bedroom door: " I love you because you said yes."It was intoxicating, soothing - an embrace to carry me through the sleepless nights and to draw me back into the joy of my every day. I slipped back into our bed and curled myself around my beautiful husband. Gwen Romero ©2003. Gwen Romero. All rights reserved. Reprinted from Chicken Soup for the Romantic Soul by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Mark and Chrissy Donnelly and Excerpted from Chicken Soup for the Romantic Soul: Inspirational Stories about Love and Romance by Jack L. Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Mark Donnelly, Chrissy Donnelly, Barbara De Angelis All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.