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Review of "Windless Summer"

"Windless Summer" is a novel published by Heather Sharfeddin. Sharfeddin was my Fiction Writing I professor at the University of Arkansas at Little Rock. After I got over being frustrated with her pushing me to do my best, I became interested in her writing. I finally got around to reading a novel of hers. I must say that this novel really tugged on my emotions. I wanted to feel empathetic for Tom through the whole book because of the tragedy he has experienced, but as the novel went on I realized his tragedy is his own fault. As far as his girlfriend, or ex girlfriend, Lauren, I really wanted to just grab her by the hair and tell her to get out. She caused so many unnecessary problems for the entire town. I think what really made me emotional was the life that Charlene had lived. She is made the book, in my opinion. I never quite understood why Professor Sharfeddin red penned all of my stories, until now. Her attention to detail and her descriptions are phenomenal. I felt like a fly on a wall throughout the whole novel. The only part of the novel I didn't like was the end. I think there were so many other ways she could have ended it. But then again, I don't like to be left wondering, unless the book is part of a series. I highly recommend this novel to anyone who needs some fun reading for the summer. I read it in less than 12 hours in the car from Benton, Arkansas to Tallahassee, Florida. It was great.

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