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The old “bad guys follow the good guys to the treasure” plot.

Fitz empathizing and consoling Kettricken also helped me. What good luck!

Oh, good. They found one road and it leads them to where they want to go. Lucky!

Now I’m wondering if there’s a book where the female protagonist nobly makes the heroic sacrifice of not having have sex. There must be and I’ve only not read widely enough.

Ah, yes, Noble Hero.

Fitz must be the most reckless Assasin there ever was.

“Maybe the storm delayed it."
"That's what you always say when you don't think to do it."

“Enjoy it while you can, little brother.”

That lie actually made me laugh.

Oh, no! Why are the main character lately unsurpassably beautiful woman with unequaled intelligence? Although, this does have similarities with Greek and Shakespearean tragedies.

I went into this book blind, and I enjoyed the first scene more because it was nondescript enough that I only realized they were in Japan at the end. It felt very universal, like the scene could happen anywhere, in any language, in any time.

Nope. That justification doesn’t make sense.

Monique, or author, quickly forgets all about her dad.

The obvious rebuttal is about 3 pages behind this declaration by Evelyn. And…Monique nor the author nor the editor thinks of it?

Ugh. It’s 2021; do we really need to keep the Self-Sacrifice myth going?

Well, I guess we’re skipping the ugly dirty side of being terminally ill. Not very romantic, I guess.

Is this the dark night of the soul? Are we in act three already?

Hey, a surprising curve here!

Evelyn doesn’t seem the type to know Chinese proverbs or have watched Kung Fu. — “the student has become the master.”

Wait, how is she recounting the multiple letters they sent each other verbatim?

Two. Don’t you just hate it when the narrator summarizes and tells you what (they think) is some deep Truth? Is this a story or an essay?

One. That’s not what Evelyn said. Is the Author confused? Am I confused?

Ugh. I’m rolling my eyes. — “I hadn’t thought about it like that before,”

This story is starting to feel small.

How many ex-boyfriends were in Scott Pilgrim? Seven?

This seventy year old talks like a twenty year old.

Also, isn’t it funny how fictional characters have such great memories? She knows what kind of wine she drank at a lunch with a friend 50 years ago. Amazing.

Hmm. Not as interesting now that the secret has been revealed.

Ugh. Please don’t tell me we’re going to go through 7 rings of relational Hell. I guess people like to read this stuff, but it’s a little too close to the fire for me.

The interviewer isn’t doing anything except letting her talk. Where’s the follow up asking, how did you keep track of your first husband 50 years later? Who told you he died?