Ann Fudge's Bookshelf
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The Bourne Identity
By Robert Ludlum
I picked this up in an airport. My flight had been delayed. I thought I needed some adventure, if only vicariously. This was my first spy novel, and I did not put it down from the time I got on the plane until the time I arrived in Minneapolis. I read it in the taxi home and kept reading it until my husband asked, 'Are you going to bed?' I liked the suspense—the twists and turns in the story—but even more so I liked that a strong woman was helping the hero.
By Robert Ludlum
I picked this up in an airport. My flight had been delayed. I thought I needed some adventure, if only vicariously. This was my first spy novel, and I did not put it down from the time I got on the plane until the time I arrived in Minneapolis. I read it in the taxi home and kept reading it until my husband asked, 'Are you going to bed?' I liked the suspense—the twists and turns in the story—but even more so I liked that a strong woman was helping the hero.
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