Sometimes I can’t think about a book — much less review it — without remembering the setting in which I was introduced to its characters.
When it comes to Joshilyn Jackson’s Someone Else’s Love Story, I devoured most of the novel in one sitting on an unusually chilly summer morning in Virginia. I’d been up since 3 a.m. to escort my guy to an amateur radio event (Awesome Fiance Award, party of one) and, if I didn’t have this novel to keep me company, I probably would have fallen asleep in a camp chair and wasted an entire morning — like, five hours — of uninterrupted reading time.
Plus, I might not have gotten so invested in this story.
But I did.
“At twenty-one, Shandi Pierce is juggling finishing college, raising her delightful three-year-old genius son Natty, and keeping the peace between her eternally warring, long-divorced Catholic mother and…
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