The Last Summer

“None of us could return to that briefest of moments before the war, when the heady anticipation of a life unfulfilled lay before us. It had gone forever.”

I just closed the book, and looked up to realize that I’ve not left my recliner for four hours. I don’t know why I’m just now realizing that I’m a hopeless romantic. I couldn’t leave Tom without knowing how their lives would turn out. If you are reading this you are probably wondering what is wrong with this crazy lady. Does she realize that these are fictional characters? Yes, I do realize it and I was so consumed that I forgot the world around me completely. Isn’t that why we all read? This author wrote a book that she would like to read, and it was wonderful. I haven’t read many books set in World War One, but I LOVE historical fiction. I will be thinking about Tom and Clarissa for many nights to come. I wish there were 500, 1000 more pages for me to read. I do not want this to be the end of their story. I would write more, but I’m not ready emotionally to let them go…


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