Drummond's story is that she was a big-city gal planning on moving to Chicago when she was swept off her feet by a cowboy (she calls him Marlboro Man). She has most of this story posted on her blog, so reading this book was not too new.
The book was an easy read, but there were a couple of things that struck/annoyed me:
1- She doesn't seem to speak the emotional truth in the moment. For example, after her dog dies and after she finds out that her parents are divorcing, when Marlboro Man asks what's wrong, she says that she's fine. I'm didn't detect a lot of emotional intimacy in their relationship.
2- The book was repetitive. She chronicles date after date of making dinner, watching a movie, and making out. Ok, I didn't need all that description, especially of the kissing.
3- There was a lot of descriptions of Marlboro Man's body, especially his arms. So there was a lot of lust? Ok, got it, again, I didn't need all of the descriptions.
In conclusion, I recommend her blog (I'd still read it if I was online more often), but skip the book.
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