Romance on my reading radar

As Valentine's Day quickly approaches,

I find myself in the mood for a romantic read.

(And I don't mean some fluffy soft core ala Danielle Steel.)

After a recommendation via Cup of Jo,

and these beautiful, heartfelt paragraphs by author Anne Roiphe,

I am looking forward to getting lost in her recollection of her husband:

However, in my pregnant state of high emotions,
(seriously bawling after those paragraphs)

I am worried that this book will only worsen my greatest fear - 

the fear of my husband dying before me.

We've already had a cancer scare last year,

and as an NP and worrier by nature,

I already fear that any persistent cough or ache is a sign of impending doom.

(The downside of being too informed!

My poor unborn child!)

And such a book could certainly really set me at edge.

I feel silly admitting these feelings
(I mean, I'm not even 30!), but it's true.

Am I neurotic and paranoid in thinking this way?
Or, do you also ever fear losing your significant other?

Regardless,
I think this memoir by Anne Roiphe

is sure to be a romantic and funny and lovely...and sad, of course.

But it sounds like one true love story I don't want to miss.

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