i had just finished a book on mary wellstone crash. i have loved living in the late 18th century. i loved all the drama. i even loved the guillotine, the revolution, particularly a loved the ideas. i loved but sad to say and i loved that the character was writing about how bad all of these people. so i thought, okay, let me find some other man or woman and followed them to the same. , francophile as many of my close friends can tell you. so i powwow, if i can think of a french person, then i can just two pairs in the french revolution all over again. but i've been spending a lot of french person who's been in that category. one day a lot of people said to me what you have against americans? i don't have anything against americans. i love americans. i am one. about a week later i was in the shower and all of a sudden, this is true, i remembered a book that i had reviewed for the village voice 15 years earlier than was called the adams women and which i believe is in the library affair. mostly it was about abigail adams and her daughter-in-law, luisa, married to john quincy. but the