by Jen A. Miller
Drat me--I should have written some notes while I was reading this instead of waiting until two weeks after I finished. In any event, I obviously didn't love Running: a love story. That I would have remembered. You could almost say I tolerated it.
The all-too-common story of a person with self-esteem problems (I guess) who chose to wrap her life around one man after another, trying endlessly to please a person who would be forever unpleasable.... Yeah, you're heard it. She tells it fairly well and fairly honestly, but when it comes to her ultimate escape from the cycle--
Well, I guess I missed that. It happened and I know what it looked like while it was happening and after it happened, but what was going on internally? I don't know. In a way it's like the way that depressed people often spontaneously recover and no one really knows why or how. I wished she'd tried a little harder on the internals.
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