I don’t know why I do this to myself.
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“Life, according to Helen Keller, is either a daring adventure or nothing.”
This was a surprisingly good book. I bought it years ago, just because of the name. I thought it was quaint and cute. I didn’t have any notions of it being anything other than that.
But it surprised me.
It’s a story about women. […]
"However. I hated the French and their slippery tongue. But I shrugged this away. I had no real reason to hate the French and could barely remember why I did. It had something to do with my grandfather and a prostitute during World War II and a mouthful of stolen gold teeth."
"And what the hell […]