My son got me this book for Valentine’s Day while shopping for me at Rite Aid with his Grandma. He also got me my favorite Easter candy and a Coke. Being that he is five, I’m not going to fault him for his horrid taste in paperbacks, nor was I funny about being brought Easter prizes in February. It is, as they say, the thought that counts.
That said, this book was rubbish.
I don’t even want to give a serious review, because, hi. It’s a Danielle Steel novel. She uses small words and instead of using a bit of ingenuity, says the exact same things. Over. And over. Then again.
This is one of those books that made me feel a little less intelligent for having read it. I’m a little embarrassed to even be logging it. But. A GIFT. And I did in fact read it, so there we have it. Danielle Steel. Yay.
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ravenous reader
22|Feb|2008 1Certainly you must forgive your child
And how sweet that he would think to buy his mom a book - obviously he knows that reading is important to you.
You still have time to teach him better taste in authors