NaNo Update–For the love of god, just shoot me in the face.  I’m so freakin’ close but I’m so far away.  Is it done yet?

My mom gets me these impulse buy books all the time.  You know the ones: you’re waiting in the check-out line at Barnes and Noble and they’re on the turnstile right next to you.  They’re usually uplifting or inspirational.  Sometimes they have cute pictures of animals in them or they’re filled with jokes.  Well I’ve amassed a small collection of them thanks to my mom over the years and I’ve just now started reading them (bad daughter, I know).  While I’m convinced my mom’s trying to tell me something with one of the religious ones she gave me (she said she had no idea), they do carry some nice, short reads.  Most of them are just the types of things you read, go ‘oh, that’s nice’ and tuck away on your shelf.

This one, though, this one’s different.  Same size and shape as the other impulse books but the message is much more resounding, poignant and literal, regardless of the fact it’s told by a Kennedy.  My mom bugged me for the longest time (we’re talking years here) to read this book because she thought I’d get some use out of it.  And for years I just kind of brushed it aside and let it collect dust.  Why read it now, you ask?  Well, I cleaned off my bookshelves because I’m short on space and said ‘why not?’

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