It was one of the books I purchased in London. (You might think it silly, but my very first purchases, besides train tickets, were books. Even though I had my Kindle and I had brought a few real books, too. My second was a cute satchel to put the books in... Ha!) I began reading it this morning, and could barely put it down. Of course, I did to take care of my growing pile of laundry and to spend a few hours with friends after a clothes swap (my first! But more on that later). I got home around 11pm, and just couldn't stop reading this book.
You might remember how I felt about "Thanks for the Memories" or "Sweet Love"... this was better.
I can't really tell you what the book is about. To do so would give it all away. The blurb on the back did it very little justice... I thought I'd be a silly bit of chick-lit (which I love, so no problems there), but it was so much more. In fact, I can't even classify it as chick-lit. Although, there is a twenty-something year old, and there is a bit of romance.
I laughed. I cried. Actually, I'm still a bit weepy.
And while there are some things in the book that might make some people mad, uncomfortable, troubled, oppositional... it reminded me that very little, in fact almost nothing in this life is black and white. In life we often find ourselves standing in different shades of grey (or gray; there actually is a difference between the two on the color spectrum) based on the choices we make. But ultimately, that's the thing... they are our choices. And we can't always expect those around us, the people we love and care for, to always stand in the exact same shade.
All I can say is that you really should read it. Really. If i could, I'd make you promise that you would.
And now I'm going to try to stop crying and go to sleep.