During the day she has vivid memories of things she's never seen - such as cobblestoned Parisian streets she's never visited - and at night she dreams of a little girl she's sure she's never met. Recovering from a terrible accident and with her marriage in pieces, Joyce is suddenly plagued by an overwhelming sense of deja vu that makes her feel as if the life she's living is not her own. How can you know someone you've never met? That's the question haunting Joyce Conway these days. So, while I liked the story, overall, it didn't really sell me on giving it 5 stars.
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Justin seemed pretty pathetic, considering his professional accomplishments, which may have made it easier for him to be pushed around by his friends and family, but which made his character seem inconsistent. Granted, she had just gone through a traumatic experience, one which she bounced back from impossibly quickly, so her inability to deal with her new knowledge in a more productive manner might be excusable. I wished that Joyce made better use of her new knowledge, maybe giving up real estate to be a professional tour guide or becoming a specialist in historical buildings within the real estate world. Still, I like the premise of blood transfusions transferring memories, even if this is highly unlikely to work in the real world. I was not in the mood for the mushy bits, where Joyce is dealing with the grief of losing her baby, and the decidedly unhelpful friends and family that manage to keep her from meeting Justin seem awfully contrived.
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