He’s tall, and in his jeans and T-shirt, he’s all shoulders and muscles, tanned skin, dark hair, and burning dark eyes. Yes, José’s pretty hot, but I think he’s finally getting the message: we’re just friends.”

(I bet Taylor Lautner could play him…)

my good friend José…We recognized a kindred spirit in each other that day, and we’ve been friends ever since. Not only do we share a sense of humor, but we also discovered that Ray and José Senior were in the same army unit together. As a result, our fathers have become good friends, too.”

(Nice to meet you Jacob. Wonder if Jose Sr. is in a wheelchair…)

the man I consider my father and the man whose name I bear. It’s a brief conversation. In fact, it’s not so much a conversation as a one-sided series of grunts in response to my gentle coaxing. Ray is not a talker. But he’s still alive, he’s still watching soccer on TV (and going bowling or fly-fishing, or making furniture, when he’s not).”

(Charlie Swan if soccer was his sport and making furniture was being a police chief. I wonder if “Ray” “doesn’t hover” either)

“Ana? Have you met someone?” Wow … how does she do that? The excitement in her voice is palpable. “No, Mom, it’s nothing. You’ll be the first to know if I do.”

(Anyone remember this conversation from Twilight with Bella and Renee on the phone?)

And I hope Bob—her relatively new but much older husband—is keeping an eye on her now that I’m no longer there. He does seem a lot more grounded than Husband Number Three.”

(if we change it to an older new husband, then it’s different right?)

I call my mom in Georgia…She proceeds to tell me about her latest venture into candlemaking—my mother is all about new business ventures…she has the attention span of a goldfish. It’ll be something new next week.”

(Bella’s mom should go into business with Ana’s mom, so similar…)