《爱情假设》——阿里·黑兹伍德的浪漫佳作

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"《The Love Hypothesis》是阿里·黑兹伍德(Ali Hazelwood)的一本现代浪漫小说，受到了众多知名作家的好评。它融合了智慧与逃避现实的元素，特别吸引了那些期待此类作品的读者。小说的中心主题之一是'理智与感性的碰撞'，以一种有趣且迷人的方式呈现了'脾气古怪者遇见阳光使者'的经典情节。书中还包含了对粉丝文化和浪漫小说的致敬，使得故事更加丰富多彩，让人爱不释手。这本书被预言将成为读者珍藏书架上的经典之作。它是Berkley出版社的一个出版项目，隶属于企鹅兰登书屋(Penguin Random House LLC)。" 《The Love Hypothesis》的主要知识点包括： 1. **作者阿里·黑兹伍德**：阿里·黑兹伍德是该书的作者，她的作品在现代浪漫小说领域中获得了高度赞誉。她成功地结合了深度和娱乐性，使《The Love Hypothesis》具有广泛的吸引力。 2. **浪漫小说的创新**：这本书被誉为“当代浪漫小说的独角兽”，因为它在保持智慧元素的同时，也提供了一种愉悦的逃避现实的阅读体验。这种平衡的处理方式使得它区别于其他作品，尤其吸引特定的读者群体。 3. **主题：“理智与感性的碰撞”**（Grump meets Sunshine）：故事中的主要冲突和浪漫发展围绕着两个性格截然不同的人物展开，一个理智冷静，另一个活泼开朗。这种人物设定为故事增添了趣味性和张力。 4. **粉丝文化和浪漫小说的元素**：书中有对粉丝文化和浪漫小说的致敬，这表明作者不仅关注浪漫关系的发展，同时也理解并尊重这些文化现象，将它们融入到自己的创作中。 5. **读者的共鸣**：评论家们对《The Love Hypothesis》给出了高度评价，特别是提到它能够触动那些等待此类书籍的读者，表明它具有强烈的共鸣和独特的定位。 6. **出版信息**：该书由Berkley出版社出版，这是一个隶属于全球知名出版集团企鹅兰登书屋的子品牌。这显示了作品的品质和市场定位，同时表明它在出版界有着坚实的背景支持。 7. **版权信息**：书中的摘录来自另一部作品《Love on the Brain》，这可能意味着阿里·黑兹伍德还有其他相关作品，为读者提供了进一步探索其作品世界的可能性。通过这些知识点，我们可以了解到《The Love Hypothesis》不仅仅是一本浪漫小说，更是一部融合了智慧、情感、文化参考和读者共鸣的作品，值得读者深入阅读和珍藏。

She thought about it, and thought, and thought even more. And then she

spoke carefully. “I have a question. A specific research question. Something

that I want to find out.” There. Done. This was the answer. “Something I’m

afraid no one else will discover if I don’t.”

“A question?”

She felt the air shift and realized that he was now leaning against the

sink.

“Yes.” Her mouth felt dry. “Something that’s important to me. And—I

don’t trust anyone else to do it. Because they haven’t so far. Because . . .”

Because something bad happened. Because I want to do my part so that it

won’t happen again.

Heavy thoughts to have in the presence of a stranger, in the darkness of

her closed eyelids. So she cracked them open; her vision was still blurry,

but the burning was mostly gone. The Guy was looking at her. Fuzzy

around the edges, perhaps, but so very there, waiting patiently for her to

continue.

“It’s important to me,” she repeated. “The research that I want to do.”

Olive was twenty-three and alone in the world. She didn’t want weekends,

or a decent salary. She wanted to go back in time. She wanted to be less

lonely. But since that was impossible, she’d settle for fixing what she could.

He nodded but said nothing as he straightened and took a few steps

toward the door. Clearly leaving.

“Is mine a good enough reason to go to grad school?” she called after

him, hating how eager for approval she sounded. It was possible that she

was in the midst of some sort of existential crisis.

He paused and looked back at her. “It’s the best one.”

He was smiling, she thought. Or something like it.

“Good luck on your interview, Olive.”

“Thanks.”

He was almost out the door already.

“Maybe I’ll see you next year,” she babbled, flushing a little. “If I get in.

And if you haven’t graduated.”

“Maybe,” she heard him say.

It was more of a prolonged peck than anything, but it was quite nice, and

for the life span of a few seconds Olive forgot a large number of things,

including the fact that she was pressed against a random, unknown dude.

That she’d barely had the time to whisper “Can I please kiss you?” before

locking lips with him. That what had originally driven her to put on this

entire show was the hope of fooling Anh, her best friend in the whole

world.

But a good kiss will do that: make a girl forget herself for a while. Olive

found herself melting into a broad, solid chest that showed absolutely no

give. Her hands traveled from a defined jaw into surprisingly thick and soft

hair, and then—then she heard herself sigh, as if already out of breath, and

that’s when it hit her like a brick on the head, the realization that— No. No.

Nope, nope, no.

She should not be enjoying this. Random dude, and all that.

Olive gasped and pushed herself away from him, frantically looking for

Anh. In the 11:00 p.m. bluish glow of the biology labs’ hallway, her friend

was nowhere to be seen. Weird. Olive was sure she had spotted her a few

seconds earlier.

Kiss Dude, on the other hand, was standing right in front of her, lips

parted, chest rising and a weird light flickering in his eyes, which was

exactly when it dawned on her, the enormity of what she had just done. Of

who she had just—

Fuck her life.

Fuck. Her. Life.

Because Dr. Adam Carlsen was a known ass.

This fact was not remarkable in and of itself, as in academia every

position above the graduate student level (Olive’s level, sadly) required

some degree of assness in order to be held for any length of time, with

tenured faculty at the very peak of the ass pyramid. Dr. Carlsen, though—he

was exceptional. At least if the rumors were anything to go by.

He was the reason Olive’s roommate, Malcolm, had to completely scrap

two research projects and would likely end up graduating a year late; the

one who had made Jeremy throw up from anxiety before his qualifying

exams; the sole culprit for half the students in the department being forced

to postpone their thesis defenses. Joe, who used to be in Olive’s cohort and

would take her to watch out-of-focus European movies with microscopic

subtitles every Thursday night, had been a research assistant in Carlsen’s

lab, but he’d decided to drop out six months into it for “reasons.” It was

probably for the best, since most of Carlsen’s remaining graduate assistants

had perennially shaky hands and often looked like they hadn’t slept in a

year.

Dr. Carlsen might have been a young academic rock star and biology’s

wunderkind, but he was also mean and hypercritical, and it was obvious in

the way he spoke, in the way he carried himself, that he thought himself the

only person doing decent science within the Stanford biology department.

Within the entire world, probably. He was a notoriously moody, obnoxious,

terrifying dick.

And Olive had just kissed him.

She wasn’t sure how long the silence lasted—only that he was the one to

break it. He stood in front of Olive, ridiculously intimidating with dark eyes

and even darker hair, staring down from who knows how many inches

above six feet—he must have been over half a foot taller than she was. He

scowled, an expression that she recognized from seeing him attend the

departmental seminar, a look that usually preceded him raising his hand to

point out some perceived fatal flaw in the speaker’s work.

Adam Carlsen. Destroyer of research careers, Olive had once overheard

her adviser say.

It’s okay. It’s fine. Totally fine. She was just going to pretend nothing had

happened, nod at him politely, and tiptoe her way out of here. Yes, solid

plan.

“Did you . . . Did you just kiss me?” He sounded puzzled, and maybe a

little out of breath. His lips were full and plump and . . . God. Kissed. There

was simply no way Olive could get away with denying what she had just

done.

Still, it was worth a try.

“Nope.”

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《爱情假设》——阿里·黑兹伍德的浪漫佳作

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