Nonfiction / Autobiography
357 pages / 1291 KB
5 Stars
I don't remember when I've so thoroughly enjoyed a book! I
chuckled aloud in most chapters, and out-loud laughed in many of them.
Ree had spent 7 years getting her education and living in
the big city of Las Angeles. When her boyfriend of 4 of those years got a job
in San Francisco, he just assumed she would come, too. She went back home to
her wee town in Oklahoma to spend some time before heading off to Chicago for a
career in the Windy City. And then she met, as she calls him, Marlboro Man, and
all bets were off.
Marlboro Man was a cattle rancher. He wore cowboy boots. She
wore black spikey heels. He wore Wranglers; she wore Anne Klein's. He kept
ranching hours. She didn't. What could possibly go wrong? As it turns out, not
much!
If I read this story as romantic fiction, I'd have a very
hard time suspending my disbelief. But, then, I so seldom read romantic
fiction.... This is a delightful story, made the more so because it is true. And
how wonderful to read that there is still this kind of love out there, and
people find it, and live it, and then share it with those of us who may not
have found our Marlboro Man. ;-)
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