دانلود رمان انگلیسی “دوستت دارم تا سر حد مرگ”

“How’d I do?” Logan yells from the kitchen. “You like it?” I look down at the ham salad on my plate. I do not like ham salad. It’s this hideous shade of pink, for one, and then there’s the consistency. It’s chewy, but also creamy and a little fluffy. And why is it sweet? “It’s very good!” I yell back, trying to gulp down another bite of the fluffy pink mixture. My poor husband. He’s been working so hard to take care of me. I don’t have the heart to tell him that the ham salad he made is horrible. He said he followed the recipe, which apparently I printed out, but I can’t imagine wanting this enough to print out a recipe for it. I take another bite, cringing when I feel the texture against my tongue. Why would I have ever thought this was good? The neurologist told me it’s common to wake up from a traumatic brain injury and find your likes and dislikes have changed, but I feel like I’m a totally different person. “I brought dessert,” Logan says, sounding proud of himself as he comes into the guest room holding a plate of cookies. His smile drops to a frown when he sees my nearly untouched ham salad. “You’ve barely had a bite.” “Honey, I’m sorry.” I set my fork down. “I know you worked really hard to make it, but I think I’ve lost my taste for it.” I look at the pink fluffy blob. “Honestly, I can’t imagine ever liking this.” I glance up at Logan and see the disappointment on his face.