Last weekend, I took myself on a roadtrip to Las Vegas. It's about a four-hour drive from LA, so I downloaded some books to listen to along the way.
First up:
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I wanted to love this. Really, I did. However, there was just something about ther tone that turned me off. How could this story - a descendant of the famous and wealthy Astor clan recounts her childhood living in the dilapidated family estate with her parents and extended family - be boring?
So then I switched to:
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My grandmother (who lived with us when I was growing up) watched All My Children every single day, which meant I also watched All My Children every single day. Not really learning anything from this one, but it's fun. I just wish my grandmother was still here so we could gossip about it together!
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