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March 16, 2012

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Sean French

And so many cigarettes! It's almost like 'Mad Men.'

Dinah

Well, maybe I'll re-read Frankenstein, too. I'm amazed that Shelley was only 19 when she wrote the novel. Was she simply mature for her age and/or highly imaginative? Or something else.

This next comment is off the subject, I know. I didn't know where else to put it. I'm almost finished with The Memory Game. Most people have probably read this already but I'm a tad slow with things, I guess. I had no idea that the novel was so sumptuous, so sensual. The food--mushroom risotto--and the wine, lots of wine. I like novels where the wine freely flows. That makes me feel so relaxed . . . put the mushrooms in the hot oil, onions, rice, a touch of "unsalted butter," baking bread, family traditions that seem exotic to me--mushroom hunting. Why isn't my life like that? I need to finish the novel as there is certain to be a twist at the very end.

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