Someone AGAIN brought up a certain author and book to me and I said, “That’s that, I gotta get it.” I went right to Amazon and pressed click.  What hooked me was when she said the author spoke to her when he wrote, “It’s not why we live, it’s how we live.”  The book is Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor E. Frankl.

Meanwhile, I am coursing beautifully through Daphne du Maurier’s, Mary Anne.  It is an historical novel based on her great-great grandmother.  Riveting and risqué.  Although this book is rather long and I am a slow reader, I cannot wait to read it each evening and lose myself in the story instead of trying to admire or decipher her writing.