This book was wonderful. The story was sweet and tragic in places, but all the characters were endearing. The prose was so beautiful that I ended up reading it really slow and savoring it, but I got sucked in last night and stayed up way too late reading.
It stinks that I am behind in the project because when I read books like this, I like to let it settle in my head a little without distraction. But time is ticking on so I must keep reading.
I am a little over half way in a book about the Flue of 1918, and I am starting Dreams from my Father by Barak Obama and Spring Snow by Mishima. I think I am supposed to read 8 or nine more books this month, HA! That is a funny joke.
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