Here we are, yet again discussing a Kristin Hannah novel, and I am anything but sorry about it. Not to sound like a busted record, but if you’re a reader and have yet to explore any of Kristin Hannah’s works, allow me to make the subtle suggestion of reevaluating your life choices and doing so immediately. It pains me when I contemplate how I waited until I was in my 30s to read her material, but I’m grateful I didn’t wait any longer.
I would love to read each and every one of her novels, and this goal may be attainable if I continue on the path I’ve been treading as of late. As soon as I finish one of her books, I start another, and this time, it’s titled The Things We Do for Love.
This story focuses on two separate and drastically different women. The first is Angie, a middle-aged woman who has spent the majority of her married life trying to conceive a child with no luck. After divorcing her husband over the matter, she returns to her hometown to help out in her family’s Italian restaurant in hopes of rediscovering herself. The second is Lauren, a teenage girl who has had anything but an easy life thanks to her alcoholic mother, who wears her heart on her sleeve despite the hardships she has faced. Lauren and Angie end up crossing paths, only to begin a unique and deeply rooted friendship that takes them down a path neither one of them anticipated.
This story is beautiful. Hannah’s ability to make readers connect with her characters is a constant in all of her works, and The Things We Do for Love is no exception. It’s fantastic, and I absolutely recommend reading it; thus, it goes without saying that I consider this book a read, and definitely not a rid.
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