Title: Short story made long.
Product review: This novel on it's own merit, not it's predecessors, is very hopeful that you will take it into your heart, for that is it's only hope, Obe Wan Kenobe. I was irritated by it's banality, it's innacuractcy. 'he just kept on smokin', he smoked the whole joint every time! At least he seemed an iota more mature than he did with his first romance in, Snow. I was really hopeful that this would be one of those books, like, Stones From the River, or The Shipping News, or even, The Bean Trees, but alas it was only a mediocre time consumer. The reminiscence of WWII seemed like filler and only prolonged the ennnnnnnnnding.
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