Things have moved on since The Hemingway Affair, or maybe I should say back, into the past.
I arranged to meet F. Scott Fitzgerald in the glitziest bar in town, the kind that stocks forty types of gin in substantial bottles, and I wore my flimsy blue number since I know he always did like girls in blue dresses best of all. Click here to read on.
well done….really enjoyed the review…..HAPPY SPRING…..whoooo hoooooo xxkat
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Thanks Kat, I wasn’t sure if this was good or mad!
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a little of both….that’s what makes your writing exceptional…lol
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Tee hee hee.
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I’m doffing my hat to you and putting limes on my shopping list.
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Thanks, Sam. To be honest with you, I think tonic far superior to Club soda (although I do like just saying ‘Club soda’ as it sounds kind of jazzy). The lime works a treat.
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Club soda does sound more sophisticated than tonic water!
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Sam, forgive me! I owe you an email…I’ll get there, I promise!
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That is a brilliant review. I was, am a slave to Fitzgerald … that first love I never quite recovered from. I will order this immediately and shut myself away and drown in it. Thank you.
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You and me both, then. We’ll die happy.
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What a fantastic book review- I soooo loved the way you wrote it! You had me hooked from beginning to end! 🙂 🙂
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Thank you… I was like a woman possessed!
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You had me enthralled! I am with Sam, limes on to the shopping list.
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Aaaah thanks, Brian. I’m really pleased you liked it. I have a sense you are the voice of honesty.
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