i abandon jeffrey archer to read this on J2's insistence. she promises i will love it. i do. i am at the third chapter still marveling that prose can be so poetic and that metaphors can evoke such harsh realness. there is enchantment in a truly beautiful tangle of words that does not depend on humor or energy or scandal to ensnare you, and arthur golden achieves this in a way chick lit and detective stories and non-fiction cannot.
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I agree with you wholeheartedly..it is a beautiful book although I thought otherwise initially too..but please do not watch the movie...the latter is such a let-down..
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