Thank you, Dear Readers, for all the comments on my last post where I allowed some petty ventings to be released to the interwebs and did not expect such response. That said, I hereby must state that the current book I am enjoying — yes! enjoying immensely, is the tour book due to be reviewed in mid-December
and I am
finding
it
.
.
.
WONDERFUL.
It is nonfiction. I love nonfiction!
It is history (the Depression years.) I enjoy learning more about the past.
It is personal stories of family and strangers intertangled and woven over the time and mostly within a certain geographical area. I am always wondering about old buildings and the people that built them, used them, lived in them, and what has happened since; this book does a great job of touching on the then and now in terms of place.]
It is written by an author more than capable and skilled in research and weaving stories together that deliver emotional punch.
I’m quite moved and have already shed a few tears.
I’m halfway through; expect my review to be positive. :)
Oh, the book? A Secret Gift by Ted Gup.
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