Have you ever read a book that, at the time, you didn’t feel a strong connection towards, but as time goes by you find yourself thinking about it a lot?
I always find myself this way when I read "Hester Browne's" books. For some reason I find them a bit slow reading, (she is an English author, maybe that makes a difference) but after I finish reading her books I find I really enjoyed the books. I just read one of her books two weeks ago, "The Finishing Touches" (this is the fourth book by her I've read) and found after I finished reading it, I said, "Hey, I rather enjoyed that book, even though it seemed to move along pretty slow." Go figure...
Does that ever happen to you?