title: The Most Uncommon Cold: Life in the Time of Zombies, Vol. 1
author:  Jeffrey Littorno 
description: <i><span>The Most Uncommon Cold I </span></i>has been recognized by critics as a<br /><b><span>superb horror</span><span>thriller</span></b>. "<i>...</i><i>This book does a hell of a good job of being <b>eerie</b>,</i><br /><i><span>but it also has</span></i><i><span>some other qualities that I think made this book stand out in</span></i><i><span>being</span></i><br /><i><span>much more original than other books in the same genre that I have     </span></i><br /><i><span>come across</span>."</i>- Manchester<br /> When it comes to <b>horror and suspense novel</b>s on Kindle, Jeffrey Littorno is<br />quickly becoming known to readers as a writer to be remembered. "<i>Kept me on the</i><br /><i>edge of my seat the whole time. When not reading it, I would still be thinking about</i><br /><i>it, wondering what would happen next and to whom. The author has written a great</i><br /><i>story."</i>- Melinda Fox<br /><i>"The real scary question I have........ who is author, Jeffrey Littorno and where has</i><br /><i>he been hiding?"</i> - Robin Lee<br /> Don't miss the newest name in <b>science fiction horror</b> in Kindle eBooks and paperback.<br /> Don't miss <i>The Most Uncommon Cold I: Life in the Time of Zombies</i>, Jeffrey<br />Littorno'sfirst entry in his <b>thrilling horror zombie series</b>.
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  # The Notebook
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  THE NOTEBOOK
  
  
  Nicholas Sparks
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # The Notebook
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## CHAPTER ONE - MIRACLES
  
  
  WHO AM I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?
  
  
  The sun has come up and I am sitting by a window that is foggy with the breath
  of a life gone by. I’m a sight this morning: two shirts, heavy pants, a scarf
  wrapped twice around my neck and tucked into a thick sweater knitted by my
  daughter thirty birthdays ago. The thermostat in my room is set as high as it
  will go, and a smaller space heater sits directly behind me. II clicks and
  groans and spews hot air like a fairy-tale dragon, and still my body shivers
  with a cold that will never go away, a cold that has been eighty years in the
  making. Eighty years. I wonder if this is how it is for everyone my age.
  
  
  My life? It isn’t easy to explain. It has not been the rip-roaring spectacular
  I fancied it would be, but neither have I burrowed around with the gophers. I
  suppose it has most resembled a blue-chip stock: fairly s