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My girlfriend, Shana, insists that this is the best book, so I'm going to read it next. I just got it from her yesterday and am trading with her a book that I picked up at the JFK airport in August when I had a three-hour delay in my departure back to Austin. Since Heidi had mentioned she would be reading it soon, and the fact that our 20th anniversary was the next day, The History of Love, seemed to be an appropriate choice at the airport bookstore which was about to close.

As it turned out, I didn't exactly like The History of Love, which was nothing like I had pictured it to be. It was quite depressing actually.

So, I'll be sure to add a post about this novel, as soon as I find out what's going on in The Diary of Mattie Spenser by Sandra Dallas. Thanks for the recommendation, Shana!
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Heidi said…
Brook Barker and Summer Adams also recommended that book to me. For some reason I am sooo uninterested in pioneer stories and I really have to motivate myself to read them. let me know how it goes.
September 05, 2006 7:33 PM
Anonymous said…
You'll love it! ~S
September 05, 2006 8:38 PM
Kelly said…
Heidi, I'm loving it so far and think you would too. I can't wait to dive back into it. I'm about 50 pages into and love what I've read so far.

Hey, Summer, I told Shana that I wanted to join the book club and she said you're the one picking the next selection. What is it?
September 05, 2006 10:22 PM
Kelly said…
Just finished the book last night and LOVED it. I shed some tears and really got a kick out of this. Thanks, Shana, for the recommendation. It was entertaining and worth reading. My heart went out to Mattie Spenser.
September 11, 2006 5:30 PM
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