Thursday, January 28, 2010

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This book felt more Jennifer Weiner than Picoult. I read a Jennifer Weiner book straight through on a flight from Alaska to Philly because it was engaging enough to hold my interest that long but not heavy enough to ever need to take a break to digest the story. History repeats, except this time I was in York wishing I was on an airplane to anywhere.
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