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Beirut, Santiago de Chile, Panamá... Guerras, amores y pérdidas dan forma a las memorias de una mujer que nació para contar historias. Treinta y cinco años de profesión. Treinta y cinco años de historia narrados por una testigo excepcional que no se imagina a sí misma haciendo otra cosa: «Mi compañero, mi amor, mi amigo, mi maestro y mi juez a lo largo de esta aventura se llama periodismo.»
I'm sort of unfairly shelving this as ACS book club, although it's not the same book group (I think we would choose better). I also feel a little like I shouldn't even rate the book because I'm clearly not the target audience - not in terms of demographics, but the fact that I don't read romance books, and unfortunately this book proved why. I would like to think that there are better examples of the genre than this: the writing is terrible (using "whatever" as a full sentence in narration should be outlawed even in most YA literature and definitely in adult-targeted books), the characters are shallow and undeveloped, and the plot essentially nonexistent. Even the "steamy" scenes just end up being laughable because it makes no sense how the characters got there. Oh well - it killed 2 hours on a plane.