![]() ![]() I still think about her every day of my life. I can't think of a single person who didn't love her. She carried a sort of security about with her. Hot-tempered one moment, and laughing the next. But more than that, she was warm and funny and loving. I thought of my own mother when I read these lines: "Yes, she was lovely. It was a re-read, but goodness knows almost thirty years between reads made it brand new in many ways. But, there was something very touching in the way Pilcher presented this story a truthfulness that made it special. I cried like I was 15 again, felt foolish doing it, and felt clean and empty afterward. My sentimental side is harder to access, and even when a book evokes strong feelings I do not really cry. I used to do it when I was younger, but my insides seem to have toughened as I have aged. I seldom find myself blubbering over a book anymore. ![]()
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