![]() Mamá would be dead by December 23 of that year. This book was released in January of 1991. I even remember going to the cafeteria and eating Utz potato chips for the first time. But I helped translate to doctors for my mom, who spoke broken English when she had questions. In hindsight, perhaps it was rude of me just to sit there and read rather than comfort my mom, who was worried about her dying mother. Nora Robert's Night Shift is vividly memorable because I recall sitting in the cancer ward at Mather Hospital waiting with my mother while my grandmother got her chemo treatments. (Brut is my dad the rest.are not.) If I have no memory of the book, it's usually because I have no memory to go with it. ![]() ![]() ![]() I'll think about a different person in my life depending on whether it's Brut, Joop!, Davidoff Cool Water, or Grey Flannel cologne that I smell. ![]() If I hear "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton, I'll think of Junior Prom and my supposedly platonic date getting all weird with me. If it's TMI, I don't mean to overshare, but for me, like music or scents, each book I read is imprinted with a certain memory. If you follow my reviews at length, you may notice I inject some personal vignettes or anecdotes into them. ![]()
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