Addicted to reading, I clearly remember the time when I was around 23 and diligently read to the end of a very long Danielle Steel book. It was so superficial, I was shocked, dismayed and outraged. I threw the book across my bedroom. It smacked into the wall with a loud thang. That was the first and last time I read a romance novel. I stopped reading three books for the opposite reason: they were so good, but emotionally devastating, I could not endure reading more. First, a friend loaned me a copy of SCRAMBLE FOR AFRICA. The book vividly … Continue reading Three Books I Stopped Reading