Nothing, no emotion nor suspicion, went edited for the uncommon uses, such as older men looking at Susanna, and Will's (may I call him Will?) parental protection kicking in. Even the bard himself brought forth a new image that I might not have imagined for such as himself- the image of a father. Of course, all my friends thought I was batty, but they have yet to indulge in the novel. Indeed, though he had only been in the book a scant few pages, I shed a tear for poor Hamnet. Hassinger's deeper understanding of their minds, was like frosting on the cake. Brilliance in its purest and most enjoyable form. Any moments that could possibly be classified as clich? were, in your book, like reading something that had never been introduced before. Everything came across clear with a high point of interest. I was not, not by a long shot, bored or confused at any point in this book.
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