I may have gone even farther down hill. I was reading YA Lit, and I seem to have down graded into airplane books. It's not that Dreaming of You was particularly bad (it wasn't particularly good either) but it holds no value in my life. It encourages no kind of thought beyond the words in the sentence that you are reading right this moment. Also the author confuses me: a former Miss Massachusetts with a degree in PoliSci becomes a serial historical romance novelist how exactly?
I have no answers as to my life or hers.
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