**i'm going to think over the book more and give it more a fair review. but yeah, the two stars' description of “it was ok” is how I feel about it overall.Just finished so I'm kind of a mess. Just as affecting and beautifully written as [b:South of the Border, West of the Sun
South of the Border, West of the Sun
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