by Nora Roberts
Progress: 25 of 355 pages (7%)
Just now, it looked as if he hadn't shaved in the past few days, so there was a dark stubble toughening his face. His bottle-green eyes appeared both tired and harassed. His hair needed a trim.
He was dressed much like the first time she'd met him, in old jeans and rolled-up shirtsleeves. Unlike hers, his basket was empty.
"Help me," he said in the tone of a man dangling from a cliff by a sweaty grip on a shaky limb.
"Six-year-old girl. Birthday. Desperation."
I don't know why, but this passage made me laugh out loud. I probably needed something silly and light-hearted after the chaos that was The Thin Man, and my so far frustrating progress in Dear Maggie.
Looks like Nora Roberts is a great cure-all.
The image of this scholarly professor of genealogy getting overwhelmed by a birthday present for a six-year-old girl was too amusing not to giggle about. I do believe that he had appeared to us in the last book as an arrogant know-it-all professor who was secretly amused by the Harper household's claim about the authenticity of the Harper Bride--then promptly got schooled when he saw her for himself.
Even though Roz has already met Dr. Carnegie, this felt like an even more adorable "Meet Cute."