Sometimes books surprise me.
The Beach Trees, by Karen White, surprised me.
I love the Gulf Coast -- New Orleans in particular -- so I was excited to read a story set there, clearly written by someone with a love for the area. What I was less sure about was taking my limited time to read a story I identified at first as "chick lit."
I know, I know. I'm not proud.
Did I get over it? Surprise me in a good way or bad? I guess you'll see.
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