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i do
by Katherine Colson
http://xenite.simplenet.com/fanfic3/ido.html
SYNOPSIS:
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An American woman, escaping debts and family troubles in her homeland, moves to Copenhagen
and plans to get residency based on a male friend offering her a marriage of convenience.
Her plans go awry when she meets a beautiful blonde immigration worker and starts to
wonder how long she can keep up the pretence of love with the real thing staring her in
the face.
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NANCY:
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I reread I Do last night and didn't like it quite as much as I did the first time, but
I also think it was the first Uber I ever read so that may have changed my opinion
somewhat.
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EWOK:
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Heh heh. I think it may have been my first uber too. Awwwww ... doesn't that bring back
memories?
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NANCY:
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But hey, not everything can be Lucifer Rising, right?
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EWOK:
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There have to be contrasts in life, Nancy, or we don't appreciate greatness when we find it.
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NANCY:
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I adore the description of culture and setting in I Do. It works wonderfully as a cultural
exposition, and the characters are fun and kind of quirky, even though the dialogue is
somewhat predictable in parts. An all round favourite of mine, but I'm probably biased
because I love the trip through my Copenhagen memories that this story inspires!
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EWOK:
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Yeah, but can you pronounce "rødgrødmedfløde"?
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NANCY:
EWOK:
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Showoff.
Anyway, I've never been to Copenhagen - the closest I've gotten is watching that infernal
Danny Kaye-does-Hans Christian Andersen film one too many times - but I agree that Kit
Colson does an excellent job of bringing the setting to life.
(singing)
Inchworm, inchworm, measuring the marigolds...
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NANCY:
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You. Are. Truly. Disturbed.
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NANCY:
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I love this one. Even though it might not be the best written of all the fanfics out
there, it does something more, it creates a place and a mood. I give it 8.5 out of 10.
It’s a real shame that the rest of Kit Colson’s stuff is all Gen-1 sex stuff. If she wrote
some more uber I’d be there in a second.
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EWOK:
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7.5 out of 10. They drink warm beer.
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NANCY:
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Hmmmm. Pass the Carlsberg, Ewok!
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EWOK:
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And you call ME disturbed.
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