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448 pages, Paperback
First published November 1, 2006
“I want you to know that this is not some passing thing. I look at you and I see the rest of my life.”
Here she is, ladies and gentlemen. Dr. Millie Barnes, winner of the Boston Marathon! I looked at my watch again. Twenty-eight minutes. 1.7 miles. That was awesome. I had done it. My convulsive gasping took a while to stop, but after all, what a workout.
"I want you to know that this is not some passing thing. I look at you and I see the rest of my life."
All of a sudden, summer was over. It was a bittersweet time. Never had I felt so in tune with the seasons ... My summer brightness had faded, and I felt a long winter of the soul coming on.
But I felt stupid, crying by myself, and besides, Digger kept trying to climb up on my lap and lick the delicious combination of salty tears and Cheetos dust off my face. I pushed him down and blew my nose. I wanted to call someone....There was nobody. Nobody would understand. Boo hoo hoo. Pulling the afghan over me, I fumbled for the remote and clicked on the TV, unaware that the next day, everything would change.This was the second to last book in my Kristan Higgins Marathon. This one started off slow, but I liked it more and more as the book went on. I always enjoy a good evil sister/good sister angle. Much of the humor in this one came from the reader being able to see through Millie's crush from the very beginning, and her being so blind and clueless as to his true character and intelligence level. When is she finally going to see through him and recognize her true feelings for Sam? It kept me in a constant state of anticipation. (What will finally make the light turn on??) As it turns out, it is pretty bad. Kristan is very great at showing a character's personality, rather than telling. It's up to the reader to read between the lines. Kristan has a whole set of gimmicks that she uses in every single book. Someone should really do a spreadsheet. Cute interjection? lovable old people? unlovable old people? quirky townspeople? Secondary romance? older relatives' marriage on the rocks? Mean but misunderstood relative? check check check and check. Still, I enjoy even the cliches written by her, I get sucked in every time.
Real love would be when no matter how happy you were at any given moment, it would be better with the person you love. Like having that person there would make it perfect
I want you to know that this is not some passing thing. I look at you and I see the rest of my life.