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Oliver Barrett IV found his true soulmate when he met and fell in love with Jenny Cavilleri. Their love was magical, exhilarating . . . and though heartbreakingly brief, it was enough to last a lifetime. Or so Oliver told himself.
Two years have passed since Jenny was taken from him, and Oliver truly believes he will never love again. Then one day, Marcie—beautiful and mysterious—enters his world . . . and suddenly the future holds a golden new promise.
The poignant and unforgettable sequel to the beloved classic Love Story is a beautiful tale of one man's journey out of the lonely darkness of grief and back into love's warm embrace— a story that will capture your heart as only Erich Segal can.
personality?' I asked. 'Hey, you're a wit. No, I meant fifty cents.' 'Uhn-uhn.' I shook my head and indicated that it had to be substantial. If she played at Gotham she could not be impecunious. Unless she'd joined on spec. That is, in hope the bread she'd cast on membership would soon return as wedding cake. 'Are you rich?' she said to me. 'How is that relevant?' I answered, ever on the defense, since the fates have forced me to be linked to Barret money bags. 'Just to know how much you can
'Forget it, Steve. I won't be there!' He pretended not to hear my firm rebuttal. Goddamn arrogance to think I could be pushed around. Anyway, the guy in Sherry-Lehmann claimed that Chateau Lynch-Bages, though a mere fifth growth, was very underrated and among the best Bordeaux ('Charming, round and witty'). So I got two bottles ('64). Even if the Simpsons would be bored to tears, they'd have a clever wine for consolation. They acted pleased to see me. 'Oliver, you haven't changed a bit!' 'You
could inform him I already was there. The explanations for the things we do in life are many and complex. Supposedly mature adults should live by logic, listen to their reason. Think things out before they act. But then they maybe never heard what Dr London told me once. Long after everything was over. Freud — yes, Freud himself — once said that for the little things in life we should, of course, react according to our reason. But for really big decisions, we should heed what our unconscious
point.' 'Like hell! They took advantage of a situation just the way the industry is doing here.' 'A hundred years ago,' I said, 'I wasn't there to say it made me sick.' 'You're pretty sanctimonious,' she said. 'Just who picked you to change the world?' 'Look, Marcie, I can't change it. But I sure as hell don't have to join it.' Then she shook her head. 'Oliver, this bleeding liberal number's just a pretext.' I looked at her and didn't answer. 'You want to end it. And you're looking for a good
on Jenny. Not just emotionally. Though that was bad enough, considering her passion when it came to honoring your parents. But even worse was my refusal to take anything from them. To me this was a source of pride. But shit, to Jenny, who'd grown up in poverty, what could be new and wonderful about not having money in the bank? 'And just to serve my arrogance, she had to make so many sacrifices. 'Do you think she thought of them as sacrifices?' asked London, probably intuiting that Jenny never