Meredith Hall's memoir, Without A Map, which I read over the past weekend, is lovely. It is a beautifully written reflection on what it means to love, to lose the love of those you trust most and those who are kept from your love, about abandonment and guilt, and ultimately about living a loving life anyway.
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Lets see, I've got one book by my bedside [along with the teetering stack] one in the kitchen, one in the car one in my bag.....do you ever get the feeling that life is just too short?
Cheers
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