Here’s a fun link–if you love a love story, that is. All of these are clean love stories, and each is just 99 cents for a limited time.
I haven’t always loved Valentine’s Day. (Although I do always love a love story.) Where do you fall on this graph? Love it? Hate it?
The first love story I loved was called Zinnie Stokes/Zinnie Stokes. (Am I the only person who remembers that book?) Then I loved Charly. Then it was Jane Eyre. Then The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte. Then Pride and Prejudice. Then… Okay, I’ll stop.
Do you remember your favorites? Where you were when you read them/fell in love with them? Is it weird that I can still picture myself sitting under the tree on my lunch break from the grocery store, not wanting to go back, because I was so desperate to know WHO IS UPSTAIRS at Mr. Rochester’s house? What were your favorites?
