My reading has trickled off to nearly nothing. I read two books this week. And, not to be tossing out too much information, I'm a bit emotional this week due to a monthly hormonal fluctuation with which most of you reading will be familiar. Plus there was my very close neighbor's funeral.
So when I cried through most of a silly trash novel, you will excuse me for choosing it to win. It's not that it's especially good, but it's not atrociously bad either. In two weeks or two years it probably wouldn't squeeze a tear from me.
But last Sunday, I would have cried at an insurance commercial. Therefore, the winning book this week is Christine Ridgeway's Can't Hurry Love.
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