There is something about masks that intrigues me. You already know that I am a closet romantic, and unfortunately, I haven’t been able to get the right book that makes me swoon inside my head. I ended up reading some incredily stupid “trashy” romantic novels for the month of love. Now, don’t get me wrong; I dont equate all romance novels to being trashy, but my current listing on Goodreads isn’t something I am too stoked about. Then I encountered The Matchmaker’s Playbook, which got me thinking. Everybody wears a mask, it’s a defense mechanism. Some faces keep evil away, others keep people close, and many are just an extention of vanity.