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Book review : Time of My Life

Author : Allison Winn Scotch
Publisher : Shaye Areheart Books, NY.
Year : 2008

What if we could go back to back to a previous period of your life? Would you see things differently thus made different decisions ? What today would be, if we did make a different decision? Though a friend of mine said that only today matters, sometimes I couldn't help thinking of it. Apparently, I am not the only person :)

Jillian has a perfect husband, lives in a nice suburb, and spends her days to be a good house-wife and a good mother. But who knows that she felt empty inside? As her husband's rising career demands him to travel a lot, their marriage is getting dry. She starts wondering a lot of "what if" that might happen if she had chosen a very different path. Would she have a good career instead of doing the laundry and trying to make her house spotless? Would she end up with Henry if she didn't leave Jack ~ her ex ?

She finally got a chance to answer those questions when she suddenly woke up in her pre-marriage life. It's now up to her to make either same decisions or completely different ones. Would that change her life path?

Among the clever plots, my favorite part of this novel is the way Allison ends this novel. It's a happy ending, yet far from a predictable ending that I anticipated. Two thumbs up for her.

Thanks to Matthew Scotch that sent mass messages about this book :D. It's way beyond my expectation. If you're a woman who likes to laugh about your own life, or if you're a reflective person who always seeks for answers, you will love this book. So girls, don't wait to read it. You won't be disappointed. It's not just another chicklit as I thought before.
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Anonymous said…
pinjem donggggg
desember ya ya ya ;)
1:17 PM
Mita said…
ok bu :)
8:37 AM
Anonymous said…
gantian aku pinjami Stephen King deh :)
12:18 PM
Anonymous said…
Klo gue jadi 1:1 carier mom ! Its not easy but asyiik !
10:17 AM
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