Review: Royal Wedding

Royal WeddingConfession: The Princess Diaries movies (and books) are one of my guilty pleasures. It was a no-brainer to read and review Royal Wedding, the latest in the Princess Diaries series, and Meg Cabot’s (first, I hope) adult installment.

The book is written as a series of journal entries, text message exchanges, web articles and announcements, as Princess Mia deals with her father who is still very much in love with Mia’s mother; the political ins & outs; her Grandmere who loves a good drink and insists on doing everything by the book; her engagement to Michael (and of course everything that goes along with planning a wedding) and… a few twists and turns along the way.

This is one of those books that is fun, easy to read, and hard to put down; I loved reading the journal entries as it felt like I was privy to exclusive information. Fans of the Princess Diaries will not be disappointed with this one!

About the book: 

From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Princess Diaries series, comes the very first adult installment, which follows Princess Mia and her Prince Charming as they plan their fairy tale wedding—but a few poisoned apples could turn this happily-ever-after into a royal nightmare.

For Princess Mia, the past five years since college graduation have been a whirlwind of activity, what with living in New York City, running her new teen community center, being madly in love, and attending royal engagements. And speaking of engagements. Mia’s gorgeous longtime boyfriend Michael managed to clear both their schedules just long enough for an exotic (and very private) Caribbean island interlude where he popped the question! Of course Mia didn’t need to consult her diary to know that her answer was a royaloui.

But now Mia has a scandal of majestic proportions to contend with: Her grandmother’s leaked “fake” wedding plans to the press that could cause even normally calm Michael to become a runaway groom. Worse, a scheming politico is trying to force Mia’s father from the throne, all because of a royal secret that could leave Genovia without a monarch. Can Mia prove to everyone—especially herself—that she’s not only ready to wed, but ready to rule as well?

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About Meg CabotMeg Cabot

Meg Cabot was born in Bloomington, Indiana. In addition to her adult contemporary fiction, she is the author of the bestselling young adult fiction series, The Princess Diaries. More than 25 million copies of her novels for children and adults have sold worldwide. Meg lives in Key West, Florida, with her husband.

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Good Things Friday (v.?)

It’s been so long since I did a Good Things Friday, I don’t remember what version number I’m on; I could look it up but I’ve been solo parenting the last few nights and that’s too much effort at the moment, as is eating a real dinner (cereal for the win) or putting much thought into my work outfits. Perfect time for Good Things Friday!

1. I love all the little one-liners and incorrect word pronunciations I’m hearing now that the girls are with us. My favorite one so far “chickmunk,” and “tick pullers,” (aka tweezers). Don’t worry, I’m writing them down and will post the funny sayings soon!

2. Knight had a work trip for a few days this week. Things went much better than I anticipated, and apart from a few issues with attitude (oi with the talking back and eye rolling already), we all came out unscathed. I’ll take that as a big, fat win.

3. There has been a fair amount of time in the car, shuttling the girls back and forth to camp. I’ve found a way to keep the girls engaged, the petty fighting to a minimum and pass the time quickly: audiobooks! We’ve been listening to Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator by Roald Dahl; I read the Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory to the girls last summer so I figured why not squeeze a sequel in there? The guy who is reading the book is British (swoon) and is incredibly talented with all the various accents and voices he does. We are close to the end, I’m sad to say, but I will definitely be going back to the library to borrow another one.

4. I’m incredibly thankful for a flexible work environment; they’ve been understanding about my coming/going at unusual times the last few days, being ok with me working early and late, and while I am pretty sure I’m putting in more hours than I normally would, it’s been a godsend (not to mention a nice savings on our wallet not having to hire a babysitter to help this week).

5. Guilt-free dinner at Chick-Fil-A. Because a mom can’t cook every single night of the week and maintain her sanity.

6. Spending some extra one-on-one time with my Popz. I feel like his a bit neglected when the girls are here so today we snuck out, just the two of us, to a Rotary outing and to the zoo for a special event. Now that my mom is gone, he serves the role of multiple parents to me and is so kind, understanding and loving, even when I tell him he’s not the same as talking to my mom, or when I cry on his shoulder (which happens more than I care to admit). He’s a treasure, even when he drives me a little bit crazy (you can’t take the Brooklyn and Italian out of him, let me tell you) and I’m so glad that we are able to carve out time to just be!

7. My brother is following one of his dreams which involves/includes working in a baseball-related field. While he’s busy working towards his dream job, he and a buddy started a podcast that is all about baseball (and admittedly being fun and goofy, too). If you have a friend/partner/spouse/baseball fan in your life, spread the news about the Ball Boys Podcast (which you can find here). This obnoxiously proud big sister thanks you in advance.

What’s on your Good Things Friday list? 

On Summer, Forgetting & Being a Bonus

Hello, Bonus Munchkins.

You’re back for another summer of fun. 48 hours haven’t even passed and I’m already simultaneously exhausted and stressed out but bursting at the seams with joy because you are back under our roof.

Belle, I can’t tell you how much I love that you are missing some of your front teeth because you can’t say certain words and it quite possibly the cutest thing ever. Not to mention the adorable smile. You’re reading now and while you don’t love it nearly as much as your sister, don’t think I can’t see the smile on your face when you sound out a new word or proudly read a sentence aloud to me. You’re a peanut, an absolute slip of a thing, dainty and delicate. I suppose the upside is that if you continue to grow like this, we’ll be getting our  money’s worth out of your wardrobe. You love Frozen like any good little girl your age, still do and say every thing your sister does, and in less than two hours yesterday went from being terrified of the diving board to jumping off it non-stop (without floaties, which is a huge change from last summer). I wish I could say you were less determined than in years past but sadly that is not the case. You’re a rule breaker by nature, a button & envelope pusher to the max. You’re testing every single Love & Logic parenting technique we’ve learned but we are sticking to the framework. I can be just as determined as you, dear heart. You make us laugh out loud constantly, even when I know I shouldn’t be laughing. If you asked me today I predict that you’ll be a comedian or actress; you’ve got a bit of drama queen and comedienne in your blood. My wish you for this summer is that your confidence grows; you have so much to offer if only you’d let it out a little bit more.

Jolie. My shadow. You’ve been glued to my side since the moment we picked you up and I love it. You can be quite trying now that you’ve mastered the pre-teen eye rolling and attitude but when you slip your hand in mine or take a nap on my shoulder all of that melts away. You’ve grown an insane amount which makes it hard for everyone (me included) to remember that you are still under the age of ten, and also because, like a true first child, you are mature for your age. (Until you aren’t. Mothers out there know what I mean.) I’m thrilled that you continue to love to read, finishing a book in a day and grabbing for more. You’re into accessories and wearing your hair so side-swept that we can’t see your eyes (another sign you’re a pre-teen, perhaps??), you are talking about what you want to be when you grow up, telling me you know how to flirt just a little bit and make funny faces at me when I bring up the idea of dating. You have your insecurities about things (what people think, say), you worry about everyone all the time, forgetting to care for yourself. I love how responsible you are but at the same time I also wish that you would spend this summer (and the next few) being a kid because these days go by so quickly. You thrive on schedules and knowing what is next, you can’t stand to be late, and you don’t like unknowns. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were my biological child.

As for me, well, I forgot a lot of things in the last year. How to manage my time. How to delegate parenting tasks to Knight. When to provide course correction and when to let certain things go. I forgot how tiring parent can be, what it is like to talk to my hubs (we have resorted to half-asleep pillow talk the last two nights and a catch-up call while working on Monday). I forgot how much we are your world when you’re with us. I forgot how rewarding parenting can be, how I get nervous when I hear the phrase “at momma’s we…” because I never know what it will end with. I am also remembering a lot of things: there is not a lot of time for me to eat so this is why I lose 5-10 pounds each summer; I sleep like a rock because I’m wiped out; the joyful noise that is in the house when you kiddos are around; how much you want to contribute to the house and how glad I am that you want to; how fun it is to share things from my childhood with you; how adorable you girls are with your Daddy.

I know that divorce is messy and awful, I know that it sucks for you girls more than I can know (and would you believe it sucks for me and your dad more than you would think? Adults who can handle it or not, it sucks) and that you don’t like seeing us only in the summers. We don’t like it either. I know there is a lot you don’t know, don’t understand and maybe/likely never will. What I do know? Your dad loves you and so do I. That we are always here for you, no matter what anyone says or does. That we are always in your corner and only want what is best for you.

Here’s to the summer, midglets. I’m blessed to spend it with you.

On May

May is always a whirlwind month for me: birthdays galore, weddings always, sharpening my Bonus Mom tools, crazy work days. This month was full of love, laughter, hard work, stress headaches, working out tough & adding more new workouts, faltering when it came to my reading (I’m in a reading slump), and learning to be more present in the moment.
I confessed to a dear friend that I was struggling with feeling my feelings… I bottled (and I’m sure I still will) a lot of my grief up, telling myself that by now I need to hide the sorrow and the tears, have a stiff upper lip and push through it. But you know what? She reminded me that it’s ok for young kids to have moments of frustration/sadness/tears so why, really, should it be any different for adults? Why not just feel my feelings, even if seemingly inconvenient, acknowledge them, talk them through, and move forward. Those words were wise and transformed the remainder of my month.

I don’t hide when I have a moment of sadness. I am more comfortable talking about my grief and sorrow. And as a result, I feel like I’m more me, I’m more alive, I’m more… with it. I’m not worried about where the nearest bathroom is in case I have to compose myself or about what others might think. I feel like I’m living more authentically. I smile more. My laughter is real and true. My tears are raw and heartfelt. I’ve always been emotional but losing mom has made me more emotional…more compassionate, empathetic, more sensitive.

All that to say I feel like May was more real, more raw, more honest, more… me. Baby steps, I’m sure I’ll falter in the future but allowing myself permission — which, why is it so hard as a person over 18 to just DO things? — to do whatever, whenever feels great.

So, May. Celebrated my dad’s birthday. Worked through some tough days at work. Established a work from home (!!) schedule for this summer which I’m elated for. Celebrated several other birthdays with my girlfriends. Added new workouts to my regime, pushing myself harder and feeling stronger. Let go of books a bit this month. Gave extra love to Jack. Had epiphanies. Was a reader in a wedding for the first time. Planned/co-chaired a charity book fair in honor/memory of my mom (she loved a good book, pretty sure there are still several hundred books at my parents’ house that she hadn’t ready when she went to dance in the stars). Enjoyed a getaway with Knight. Thoroughly enjoyed hosting Nilsa and her family for a weekend. Survived Mother’s Day. Planted more gorgeous flowers in the Angel Garden. Put the finishing touches on summer camps and plans for my bonus munchkins. It went by in the blink of an eye, as it seems this month often does. I learned, laughed, cried, experienced frustration, personal growth and so much more. Thanks, May. You’ve been alright in my book.

How was your May? Anything exciting coming up for you in June? 

Good Things Friday (v.8)

Good Things Friday…

* It’s the Friday of a short week. Doesn’t get much better than that.

* Except for the fact I’ll only be in the office one day next week thanks to a two-day work conference and then two-days of vacation. Winning.

* Tomorrow is the big book fair that I’ve been co-chairing in memory of my mom; I’m excited to see it come to a close and I’m hoping that we have a good turnout. I’ve complained about this process/the fair a bit but I would love to be able to make it an annual event, so here’s hoping we make some good money for the charity and can make that a reality.

* Low electric bills thanks in part to cooler spring nights and our super-awesome EcoBee system.

* Homemade chocolate chip cookie aroma in the house on Tuesday evening (and the fact that most of them went to the office for a birthday celebration which meant I didn’t overdo it on eating them).

* Purchasing new, on-super-sale, comfortable sweatpants at the bookstore where I went to college. I’m a sucker for a good pair of comfy pants with my college logo on them.

* Spring thunderstorms. Sometimes there’s nothing better.

Any good things on your Friday list this week?

On Lessons Learned at a Wedding near my Alma Mater

This past weekend Knight and I traveled to my alma mater for a wedding: one of my best friends from high school, someone I’ve known for 17 years, got married this past weekend. She met her beau in our college town, where she’s been working the last several years and where he has been working on his PhD, so only fitting that they have their wedding there. The wedding itself was simple and gorgeous with the real focus of the day on the bride and her husband, their love, their family and close friends.

While there, I had a few epiphanies…

* If your high school was anything like mine, it was full of cliques: band geeks and jocks, the cheerleaders and the IT girls, The J- students (journalism) and the potheads, etc. I remember having so much angst in high school because I wasn’t popular seeing as how band geek wasn’t something that made you popular, or because I chose not to wear the most fashionable clothes. I wanted the star of the football team to ask me to Prom (he didn’t), to be invited to the cool parties (which I was once I switched from band geek to yearbook editor). I didn’t want to be labeled because I took Honor’s classes or because I didn’t drink and yet I was. But now?  None of it matters. Many of the wedding guests were people I went to high school with. There were burnouts, band geeks, cheerleaders, all intermingling, all grown-up, many of us with spouses of our own, several more with small children or buns in the oven, all living adult lives and having adult jobs. None of the high school nonsense mattered. We all laughed and hugged and caught up and enjoyed each other’s company. I wish more than anything I could have told my high school self to relax, that we are all more alike than we think, then and now.

* My Alma Mater has changed oh-so-much. Were there were once two story buildings there are now high-rises. Hotels are downtown making it easier to walk (or stumble) to SEC football games. Gastro Pubs are a thing. There is more than just the downtown area to hang out in as the town has extended south and west with new developments and fancy two-story grocery stores and restaurants boasting “Open Table Reservations accepted here.” A lot has changed. And yet, when I walked through campus with Knight in between the wedding and reception, it felt like home. I remember which class I had in each building, which restaurants had the best happy hour specials in the downtown area. I remember how I felt like I belonged there, how much I learned, how wonderful that time in my life was. It may be ten years since I finished my undergrad but that campus, that town, it will always be a little slice of my home and my heart.

* The hipster revolution is everywhere which shouldn’t be a surprise to me but there were far more hipsters than frat boys present last weekend. I have nothing against their irony and their flannel shirts, messy beards and their aversions to showering but I don’t remember my college town being quite so hipster-y.

* Pretty sure that if I had started a craft beer company, I’d be rich, or at least on my way to being rich. The number of craft beer companies in my old town + stores that sell ONLY Craft beers is astounding. Maybe there is still time to jump on this bandwagon…

* I will always cry at weddings. It doesn’t matter that I’m happily married myself or that I’ve had my day, I will always cry. I cried when the bride walked down the aisle, at the end of my reading (causing the bride and her two sisters to cry), when she said her vows to her husband, and at the very end when we gave them the send-off. Tears everywhere.

What lessons have you learned lately?

Review: The Mapmaker’s Children


This book was a perfect addition to my Memorial Day weekend, McCoy had me entranced and glued to the book from the prologue all the way until the very end.

Reasons I loved this book:

* McCoy has a knack for taking inanimate objects and making them key players and characters in the story she tells, such as the house that you meet in the prologue, full of secrets and mystery.

* This is a Civil War era book; I’ve always enjoyed stories about American history, particularly the Civil War, those fighting for justice and the campaign to end slavery. There is something about that time in American history that I’m drawn to, always have been.

* McCoy tells the story from the point of view of two characters (Sarah and Eden), going back and forth between them each chapter. I love the pace switching characters creates in the book, the varying points of view, and how the alternating characters/chapters kept me turning the pages of this book.

* The story is enthralling, McCoy has a unique look at the Civil War in The Mapmaker’s Children and a way with words that made me wish this story didn’t end.

The Mapmaker's ChildrenAbout The Mapmaker’s Children

When Sarah Brown, daughter of abolitionist John Brown, realizes that her artistic talents may be able to help save the lives of slaves fleeing north, she becomes one of the Underground Railroad’s leading mapmakers, taking her cues from the slave code quilts and hiding her maps within her paintings. She boldly embraces this calling after being told the shocking news that she can’t bear children, but as the country steers toward bloody civil war, Sarah faces difficult sacrifices that could put all she loves in peril.

Eden, a modern woman desperate to conceive a child with her husband, moves to an old house in the suburbs and discovers a porcelain head hidden in the root cellar—the remains of an Underground Railroad doll with an extraordinary past of secret messages, danger and deliverance.

Ingeniously plotted to a riveting end, Sarah and Eden’s woven lives connect the past to the present, forcing each of them to define courage, family, love, and legacy in a new way.

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SARAH McCOY is the New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling author of The Baker’s Daughter, a 2012 Goodreads Choice Award Best Historical Fiction nominee; the novella “The Branch of Hazel” in Grand Central; The Time It Snowed in Puerto Rico; and The Mapmaker’s Children (Crown, May 5, 2015).

Her work has been featured in Real Simple, The Millions, Your Health Monthly, Huffington Post and other publications. She has taught English writing at Old Dominion University and at the University of Texas at El Paso. She calls Virginia home but presently lives with her husband, an Army physician, and their dog, Gilly, in El Paso, Texas. Sarah enjoys connecting with her readers on Twitter at @SarahMMcCoy, on her Facebook Fan Page or via her website,

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Around Here

Borrowing today’s post idea from the lovely Kathleen at Kapachino.

Around here, I’m feeling overwhelmed. It’s our busy season at work which means the days fly by (a good thing) but also that there is never enough time in the day to get things done. I worked from home one day last week and knocked out oh-so-much on my To Do list, but after a few days back in the office there’s just as much on the list now. I’m going to be working from home several days a week starting in June and I know I’m going to love it.

Around here, work isn’t the only thing that is a lot. May in general is a packed month. Lots of birthdays to celebrate, a wedding to attend in which I’m a reader and in charge of the guest book/canvas, the book fair in honor of my momma (which I both love and loathe at the same time), not to mention keeping up with my workout routine, finishing books I’m reviewing and so much more. Pretty sure I overextended myself this month as evidenced by the lovely bags under my eyes.

Around here, Knight bought a heavy bag off of Craigslist a few weeks ago and you guys, I’m in love. I’ve got a killer 30 minute heavy bag routine that I’m doing 2 times a week now, and adding another Pinterest workout to the back end of it and while it’s tough and I’m a sweaty disgusting mess when I’m done it feels so good. Bonus that two people in the last week said I’m looking good/fit. I’ll take it.

Around here, my house is neglected and is in dire need of a good scrubbing/cleaning from top to bottom, I have random piles of clothes in my room that need to be put away/sorted, and I need to get my jewelry situation under control (it’s currently all over my dresser and that just doesn’t work for me).

Around here, I have moments of grief that is so real and so raw. I cried in the middle of punching the heavy bag out of sadness and anger that my mom wasn’t here on dad’s birthday. I am angry that her of all people had to leave this world so early, that she took good care of herself, that we have world class medicine at our fingertips and there was nothing to be done. I’m sad, too, because I want more than anything to text her about this past weekend with friends (she would love the pictures) or to see her holding dad’s hand at his birthday party.

Around here, I’m looking forward to a few weeks in June that will be quieter, far less going on, just enough time for me catch  my breath before my bonus daughters come for the summer.

Around here, I’m addicted to: Royal Pains on Netflix; buffalo chicken quesadillas made at home; anything with bleu cheese; large gumdrop stud type earrings; Papermate Ink Joy pens and sleep when I get it.


Review: Moonlight on Butternut Lake

I love the third installment of the Butternut Lake books just as much as, if not more so, than the first two. I’ll admit, I’m always apprehensive when there’s a third book in a series because it often falls short for me: characters doing things that I believe is out of character; writing isn’t the same and yet somehow the book is longer than the first two combined. But this novel by McNear? It doesn’t give in to the third-book doom. Instead, I’d venture to say, it’s my favorite in the series. I love reading about the characters from the first and second book, additional glimpses into their lives, knowing how things are going for them. I love when a new set of characters can be introduced so seamlessly into an already existing locale which is no easy feat as a writer. McNear has you caring about Mila and Reid from the very first page of her story and that continues until the very end.

This story is about family, love in all of its glory, trial and tribulations. It’s about overcoming, believing in yourself, the power of friendship and a support network. It’s about facing demons from your past and walking away towards your new and bright future. I hope against hope that somehow there will be a fourth in this series or at least another story by McNear for me to fall for.

In case you can’t tell, I loved this book, every single page of it.
Moonlight on Butternut WakeAbout Moonlight on Butternut Lake

• Paperback: 384 pages
• Publisher: William Morrow Paperbacks (May 12, 2015)

From the author of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Up at Butternut Lake comes the third novel in the Butternut Lake series—a dazzling story of two wounded souls seizing a second chance at life and love.

On the run from her abusive husband, Mila Jones flees Minneapolis for the safety and serenity of Butternut Lake. Ready to forge a new life, Mila’s position as home health aide to Reid Ford is more than a job. It’s a chance at a fresh start. Though her sullen patient seems determined to make her quit, she refuses to give up on him.

Haunted by the car accident that nearly killed him, Reid retreats to his brother’s cabin on Butternut Lake and lashes out at anyone who tries to help. Reid wishes Mila would just go away. . .until he notices the strength, and the secrets, behind her sad, brown eyes.

Against all odds, Mila slowly draws Reid out. Soon they form a tentative, yet increasingly deeper, bond as Mila lowers her guard and begins to trust again, and Reid learns how to let this woman who has managed to crack through his protective shell into his life. While the seemingly endless days of summer unfold, Reid and Mila take the first steps to healing as they discover love can be more than just a dream.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Mary McNear is a writer living in San Francisco with her husband, two teenage children, and a high-strung, minuscule white dog named Macaroon. She writes her novels in a local donut shop where she sips Diet Pepsi, observes the hubbub of neighborhood life, and tries to resist the constant temptation of freshly made donuts. She bases her novels on a lifetime of summers spent in a small town on a lake in the northern Midwest.

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What is your favorite book series? Anything you’d like to recommend? 

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Review: Beyond Believing

Beyond BelievingBeyond Believing by D.D. Marx is a part coming of age + part love story + part story of loss. It’s a quick read, with lots of twists and turns. You’ll shed some tears, you’ll laugh a little, you’ll root for Olivia as the book goes along. You’ll consider the idea of guardian angels and who yours are, wondering if certain things that happen in this life are merely coincidence or fate or events manipulated by those above us who left too soon.
It’s obvious that Marx put her heart and soul into writing this story, drawing on real life experiences, and honoring one of her dearly departed friends. Rumor has it that this is just the first story in a series of three novels, so if you like this one, stay tuned for from Marx in the future.
This is a good summer/beach/road trip read, for those who love a good story about love & friendship, and those who believe in guardian angels.
About Beyond Believing: 

When Olivia gets news of her best friend Dan’s fatal car accident, her life is shattered. Consumed with grief and struggling to find any meaning or purpose to life, she trudges along with a gaping void in her heart. Finally, when her frustration reaches its peak, Olivia decides to put her trust in the depth of friendship the two of them shared. That trust finally allows him to breakthrough to her, and Dan begins to guide Olivia through the twists and turns of her life, leading to something new and entirely unexpected.

When Olivia exposes a gigantic internal scandal at work, her career implodes. With no job and nowhere to turn, she escapes to Palm Springs for the sympathy and care of her beloved cousin, Garrett. However, with only weeks left before the opening of his newest store, “Gin and Tonic,” Garrett isn’t quite the comfort Olivia had expected. She yet again tries to find her way, and in the process meets someone who begins to fill that void in her heart. She’s never before experienced a love like this; it heals her soul and rekindles her spirit – and just may have been the design of her dearly departed friend all along.

Beyond Believing is a sweet, funny, and romantic story that touches the heart, serves up delicious twists and turns, and shows the reader that there’s no such thing as “coincidence.” Author D.D. Marx regards this book as her “love letter to friendship,” written in memory of her best friend, Dan.

Author’s Bio:

D.D. Marx is a contemporary romantic fiction writer and blogger, as well as a lover of all things social. She is a graduate of the University of Dayton, as well as the Second City program in Chicago, where she currently resides. A proud aunt and self-described hopeless romantic, Marx has always has a knack for humorous and engaging storytelling. Her pen name is a dedication to her beloved friend Dan, who continues to guide and inspire her in her daily life.

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