The Man of My Dreams

I hate the chicklit-sounding title (though the author chose it herself and loves it) of Curtis Sittenfeld’s second novel, but my gosh did I love every damn page of this book. I read it in two sittings and teared up at the end, mostly because I was sad that the book was over for me. She’s only 31, so we should have many more Sittenfeld works to look forward to, but right now I just hope the next one isn’t too many months away from publication.

One Response to “The Man of My Dreams”

  1. Curtis is from Cincinnati, by the way.

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