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She Was Born With a Veil: A Review

I was so excited to get this book. I'd read excerpts and the subject matter is something I'm very familiar with. I come from the south so there are a lot of older women, and some younger, who say they were born with veils over their eyes. Rumor has it, I was, too. But that's neither here nor there.

The book starts of with heroine, Arnia, dealing with the loss of someone she loved very dearly. From the first page I knew Arnia was going to be someone I liked. She leaped from the pages. Her attitude, her aura, he self-absurdness could be felt as I read the book. I loved the way she handled that old bitty,Wilma. In a sense, I felt sorry for Wilma. I know what it's like to wonder if your mother loves/loved you. To never hear your mother say those words can be soul crushing. So I empathized with the old woman there, but that's about where my love for her ended. LOL. Although she did provide a lot of comedic relief.

Next up is Andre. I really appreciated his presence in the book. He was flawed and he knew it. He didn't run or hide from it. I appreciated that about Andre and loved the way Arnia didn't hold his past against him.

Then we have Melton. That man was some kind of fine and he had a way with words that could make any woman throw her underoos at him. Melton knew what he wanted and after some initial jealousy of the other men who wanted Arnia's attention, Melton got it together.

This book is one you curl up with on a warm spring day when the wind is blowing just right. You get yourself a nice cool glass of lemonade and just immerse yourself into the world of Angelia V. Menchan. As most of her readers will tell you, she writes for grown folk and she does so in a way that isn't preachy, but you will most definitely get the message.

With that being said, I rate this book four-pages (think four-stars). I enjoyed this book and read it within a matter of hours. Will I be ready for part two? I can most definitely see that...

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