![]() Is it because my sister woke me as she cried her way through the end of it? My shock that she was actually reading a book for the pleasure of it? Or that Love Story became something of a cultural icon of the 1970's, a tale everyone talked of (mostly because they saw the movie) and mooned over? Or did it really do that thing that few books do-stick in my head so I can take it back out and examine it as I try to understand why this particular tale stays with me when others are gone the moment the last page is turned.OK, I cried at the end, too. Maudlin, predictable, and way too gooey for my taste at 14 (and at 58).Yet I remember this story above so many others that I would deem better plotted or written. ![]() I read it quickly, and recall making fun of my sister for deeming this the best book EVER. Grumbling that it was the ONLY book she ever read, I tossed it on my bookstack.Some time later, "Love Story" came off the bookstack and into my hands. ![]() Through her sobs, my sister insisted that I read this, the "best" book she ever read. Erich Segal's first three novels, Love Story, Oliver's Story, and Man, Woman and Child, were all international bestsellers and became major motion pictures. I reached across the space between our twin beds and pushed the book up enough to see the title - "Love Story." I rolled my eyes and pulled my tattered baby blanket over my face. To my amazement, she was reading a book, not something she did often unless required for school. ![]()
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