Page 121, a guitar pick holds my page. My books I'm in the middle of are all together on a shelf. I'm moody. Until the book takes hold, I read what I'm in the mood for. After awhile, a book becomes the mood. This one hasn't gotten there yet. When i CAN put them down, I do. I think this one will find its mood and keep me -- I think it'll keep me a long time after I've finished reading it.
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I don't review the books -- I only give my impressions of them, and whether or not they were as "unputdownable" (smile) as The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox.
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