I am running out of things to say about books. Wow, that's bad. I just was not built for book reviews, and I think these have gotten longer than I meant them to when I started to do little reviewlets.
Okay. Book the seventeenth. Good Grief by Lolly Winston.
Sophie's husband, Ethan, died of cancer. (Hodgkin's, another fun disease to add to my List for Hypochondriacs.) She is struggling through depression and through all the other things losing the person you were closest to in all the world will do to you.
I expected it to be hideously chicklit-y, but it was actually really good. A keeper. Funny and sad and filled with characters I could actually sympathize with and like.
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