The stories in that collection are deep without being sentimental, powerful without whacking you over the head, funny and meaningful.
Little did I know that just that day, Peter said to himself, "I don't think I'm going to date a girl until I find one who recommends a book to me."
Kismet?
Serendipity?
Fate?
Salinger?
My guess is all of the above.
Peter picked up the book at Borders the next day. And we're still together twelve point five years later.
Thanks Jerome David. Rest in peace.
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