I felt pretty excited about this book because the author is the screenwriter for a couple of my favorite flicks (Sleepless in Seattle, You've Got Mail). I thought, this should be perfect!
It was ok.
In fact, I didn't even finish it. It was just a collection of short little blurbs from her life experiences with random things (like her neck or her purse). They were slightly entertaining, but I wasn't drawn in. I didn't find myself shirking my daily responsibilities to nab a few more minutes of reading time. I was bummed.
It's a quick read. I should've just persevered. I feel like my goal for March wasn't quite met. Though, to be fair to myself, it was the second book I attempted to read. My next book (should I be able to finish this month - I haven't exactly started it, yet), will make mention of the second attempted book for last month. I guess you'll just have to see. 😉
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