I have been feeling yucky all week long. Yucky. Achy. Grouchy. Dizzy. Dopey. All that.
So I have been lying in my bed, with cat on my pillow, kleenex clutched in my tiny fist, listening to this:
I will not feel ashamed of my secret delight in this audio soap opera. I know it is over-the-top, formulaic and a little trashy. I really like the pretty dresses on the cover and I’ll bet you do too, so don’t pretend you don’t. The dialogue is killer. For example:
His tone, when he spoke, had a ring of destiny, “I’ll never be so careless with you again.” She inhaled sharply, “It feels more true than ever now, doesn’t it?”
Even the cat can’t wait to find out what will happen next.