Reading Just Between Us now. A pretty good book. I think I've grown fond of J.H. Trumble's writing. But this is one angsty book. It deals with the heavy HIV issues. I'm still in the middle of it, so I have no idea how it's going to end. I hope everything will turn out well enough, because when it concerns HIV, there's guaranteed to be no HEA. Just face it! Even the most unrealistic novel can not cure that disease. Or at least, for now. I sure hope some genius researchers will one day find out treatments to cure HIV, Cancers and Diabetes... for good. I hate it when those terminal diseases are looming over our lives. Yeah, yeah, I know what you want to lecture me. We have to be grateful for what we have. But should I be grateful for those deadly diseases unwelcomely forced upon us? We never asked for it. I'm just a little human. I can't understand divine machination on fates. I'm just blind to it and, to be honest, I have no desire to know it, either.
Sh**! I think I'm gradually becoming an angry person.
Okay! Let's get past this undesirable topic I happened to be raging on and go back to where we were discussing. Trumble's stories seem to end on a compromising note. It's what happened in Where You Are. If you've read that book, you'll know what I meant.
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