If there's anything I should know by now, it's that I'm a sucker for early-to-mid-twentieth century novels (I don't know why, so dont' ask).
Add to it that this is a story (in three parts) about finding the love of your life and finally coming alive and changing your situation and -- namely, the man being an exquisite writer, and you're talking about a book I found difficult to put down.
The man is the hopeless romantic in this one, and therefore the great letter writer.
It's been a few days since I read this, as I forgot to post, so it's not as fresh in my memory as I would like - but this has been one of my favorite books thus far (since beginning this blog).
The story entrapped me; the writing was fine but it was the ideas that kept me turning the pages.
You will inevitably hate a good story at some point within. All strong emotions are connected, and this proved to be no different. I appreciate this work a great deal.
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