i don't know how i haven't managed to post about this book yet. i think i'm going loopy. i spent the last two months thinking that you all had been enlightened and had this book shared with you. a thousand apologies. but, so you know, i blame, ummm ... hmmmm ...
soooo, anyway ... a co-worker handed me this book and told me i'd love it. she's usually right, and this time was no exception. as a side note, apparently it's a well-known fact that i gravitate towards the following things:
• food.
• books.
• books about books.
• small towns by the sea.
• stories about incessantly independent, yet lovable women who meet collectively to discuss things they love.
• stories about lovely women that seem to effortlessly weave old school tradition into their modern lives.
inherently, the guernsey literary and potato peel society includes all of the above. naturally, i didn't want it to end. (see previous post for the next closest thing i could find that was similar.)
but, i digress ... it's funny, interesting, warm and fuzzy, wrapped up all fresh and new. i read it months ago, and i'm still sad it's over.
loves it!
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