Daydreams
I just finished reading Daydreams, by Marcia Lynn McClure last week. I am a big fan of hers and was excited to get my hands on another of her books. A bit about the book: "Saylor Christy knew chances were slim to none that any of her silly little daydreams would ever actually come true-especially involving Mr. Booker, the new patient-the handsome, older patient convalescing in her grandfather's rehabilitation center. Yet, working as a candy striper at Rawlings Rehab, Saylor couldn't help but dream of belonging to Mr. Booker-and Mr. Booker stole her heart-perhaps unitentionally-but with very little eeffort. Gorgeous, older, andentirely unobtainable-Saylor knew Mr. Booker would unknowingly enslave her heart for many years to come-for daydreams were nothing more than a cruel joke inflicted by life. All dreams-daydreams or otherwise-never came true. Did they?" Daydreams was not what I expected at all. I thought it would be a whirwind romance with Saylor and Mr. Boo