I remember years ago my older sister called me (we share a love of books) and said, "I just read a book you MUST read. It's amazing! It's called Bridges of Madison County. Really. I mean it. Read it."
Today, my sister denies making that phone call. But I remember. (And for the record, I did read it.)
I guess we're all suckers sometimes ... right? Does everybody have Shame Books, or is it just me?