My mom left this book with me before she headed back to Sacramento. I was skeptical at first because I dislike fiction. I disliked this book in the beginning because it was fictional and added another level of emotional attachment to my already emotionally consumed life. I got absorbed in the book and really enjoyed watching my kids play in the backyard while I put my feet up on my patio furniture, reading in the raindrops. I'm done now. Thanks mom for the good read. I have a familiar appreciation for my own emotional happenings and look forward to getting back to it, and only it, tomorrow. It is that comforting feeling like getting home from a vacation.
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