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LesOpinion: One of the drawbacks of resuming the Quest is that clearing the Elizabeth Adler hurdle at the Field Memorial Library did not excuse me from having to read the Adler novels on the shelves of the S. White Dickinson. Dammit to hell, Gentle Reader, dammit to hell.
Invitation to Provence is classic Adler, by which I mean stupid, implausible, lowest-common-denominator writing. It's not Official Roll-of-Toilet-Paper bad; it's more like "Your Vagina Makes You an Idiot" bad.
Best Moment Reading this Book: In sharing some of the craptastic language out loud with my dear Ms. Al, I learned that she thinks I share one quality with the hero, Jake Bronson. Apparently, we both have "a large hand that knew how to punch out a man as well as how to gentle a nervous horse."
Or maybe it's the other way around?
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