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"The fact that I had managed to become a health-care analyst for a U.S. Senator at the age of twenty-six still surprised me, and I lived in fear that someone would realize how ridiculous it was to have given me this authority and fire me on the spot." Idealistic, dedicated to her job, and a bit of a hypochondriac, Samantha Joyce has a very busy life. Working a seventy-hour week and mastering the details of the latest health-care reform bill, while making time to celebrate obscure but significant holidays such as the twenty-ninth anniversary of ...
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"The fact that I had managed to become a health-care analyst for a U.S. Senator at the age of twenty-six still surprised me, and I lived in fear that someone would realize how ridiculous it was to have given me this authority and fire me on the spot." Idealistic, dedicated to her job, and a bit of a hypochondriac, Samantha Joyce has a very busy life. Working a seventy-hour week and mastering the details of the latest health-care reform bill, while making time to celebrate obscure but significant holidays such as the twenty-ninth anniversary of The Partridge Family series finale, leaves little time for romance. But then she meets Aaron Driver, the handsome speechwriter for a rival senator. Sammy falls for him hard, despite the fact that his ambitious boss is the emblem of everything she hates about congressional hardball. When you work on Capitol Hill, even dating becomes a political act. Try as she might, Sammy isn't the sort of person who can keep from speaking her mind, no matter how much trouble it causes. Whether she's trying to thwart a filibuster, detox a constituent, or recover from mistakenly emailing a racy message to over two hundred of Capitol Hill's political elite, Sammy stays true to herself, foibles and all. And before she knows it, she finds herself at the heart of a romantic tangle, a major showdown over health care reform, and the highest-stakes contest of all-a presidential election campaign. Kristin Gore is a keen observer of politics with a sharp ear for comedy, and her first novel is a triumph-a captivating, hilarious page-turner with a loveable heroine who will charm readers on both sides of the aisle.
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This Washington novel is authored by Kristin Gore, the daughter of former vice president Al Gore. Sammy's Hill, her first novel, is set near Daddy's old stomping grounds. Its heroine, hardworking, lovestruck Samantha Joyce, earns her daily bread as the domestic policy adviser to a reformist senator. Political scandals and rumors of sexual infidelity loom large in this educated romp through the political swamps of the Potomac.
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This first novel by Al Gore's daughter is a fun, fast read, anchored by likable heroine Samantha Joyce, who spends her days toiling as domestic policy adviser to the noble Ohio senator Robert Gary, while neurotically carving out a social and romantic life. Just 26 and amazed that she's the senator's go-to girl on health policy, Samantha thinks she's gotten another lucky break when she meets Aaron Driver, speechwriter to Democratic presidential front-runner John Bramen. Aaron is "hot, and not just D.C. hot," and Samantha falls hard for him. Early on in their relationship, a Blackberry mishap-she mistakenly sends a message featuring whipped cream and video cameras to a list of important Washington players-gives Samantha her first taste of D.C. scandal, but it's soon eclipsed by politics and deception on a grand scale. As Gary goes up against backstabbing Bramen, eventually accepting the vice-presidential spot on Bramen's rival's ticket, Samantha learns of Aaron's epic infidelities. Samantha's whimsical asides and long-winded explication of political matters give the novel an awkward bulkiness, but her self-deprecating sense of humor and idealism will keep readers entertained. Agent, Andrew Wylie. (Sept.) Forecast: Gore doesn't dish much dirt, but readers will have fun looking for parallels to real-life Washington and her dad's campaigns in this lively novel. 12-city author tour; film rights sold to Columbia Pictures. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781401359713
  • Publisher: Miramax Books
  • Publication date: 6/15/2005
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 596,390
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Kristin Gore was born in 1977 and graduated from Harvard, where she wrote for the Harvard Lampoon. She has written for several television shows, including Saturday Night Live and Futurama. Her previous novel, Sammy's Hill, will be a Columbia Pictures feature film. She is currently at work on the screenplay. She resides in Los Angeles.
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Sammy's Hill

A NOVEL
By Kristin Gore

HYPERION

Copyright © 2004 Kristin Gore
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-4013-5219-7


Chapter One

Early to Rise

The party really started to rock when Willie Nelson and Queen Nefertiti began pouring shots. I downed one and felt my stomach immediately replaced by a large liquor bonfire that spread through my chest, its flames licking up the inside of my throat. Willie leaned over and whispered that Winnie the Pooh had the hots for me. No way! I loved that guy! As I watched Winnie get down on the dance floor, throwing smoldering Pooh Bear glances in my direction, I all of a sudden felt myself floating. Flapping my arms, I rose higher and higher. Soon I was at thirty thousand feet, and a bit chilly. I plucked the edge of the cloud nearest me and draped it over my shoulders, fashioning a cumulus-nimbus pashmina. Feeling quite stylish, I surveyed the landscape below. I checked in with the mountain ranges, the vast oceans, the tiny cities, the-

"... exceptionally long lines at the gas station. Congressman Francis, do you expect some sort of bailout package for Exxon?"

NPR's Morning Edition crackled into my consciousness to remind me that I was not a party-hopping sorceress but rather a Capitol Hill staffer who only had twenty minutes to get to work.

Huh. If I didn't do shots with Willie Nelson and Nefertiti, then why did I feel hungover?A brief glance into the kitchen brought it all back. Right, the bottle of wine from the ninety-nine-cent store. It had seemed like such a good deal at the time.

Okay, twenty minutes. Considering I was supposed to meditate for thirty, I'd have to postpone that until later. I'd also have to delay the fifteen-minute stomach crunch set, the do-it-yourself manicure, and the new dictionary word for the day. I promised myself I'd get to all that, but I knew I was lying. In reality, I would crawl home after working late, feeling too exhausted to do anything but maybe test out some ninety-nine-cent tequila.

But it was way too early in the day for such cynicism. As my dad always said, anything and everything is possible in the morning.

I'd never been a morning person.

I checked the clock. Seventeen minutes and counting. As I fed Shackleton and began scavenging for clean clothes, it occurred to me how difficult these simple tasks would be without my right arm. What would I do if I suddenly lost it in some sort of escalator or escaped hungry lion accident? People laughed, but I lived only a few short miles from the zoo. So I took a moment to do what I always did whenever these neuroses attacked. I reached for a sling from my pile of medical supplies, fashioned it around my right arm, and continued my routine with this new handicap, confident that I would be the one with the last laugh when I was so ludicrously prepared for life without my right arm.

"Amazing," they'd all say, "can you stand how quickly she's adapted? Why, she's just as capable as she was before! Maybe even more so!"

And thanks to my brilliant foresight, it would be true. I'd just nod and smile and continue my life as a well-prepared, one-armed genius.

I snapped myself out of this daydream to concentrate on the extraordinarily difficult task of opening a container of yogurt with just my left hand. And then, as I gathered up my work folders, cleverly using my foot to lift my briefcase up to the table, I caught sight of Shackleton's mossy gills. Oh no. The mossy gill death sentence.

I had managed to inadvertently murder eight Japanese fighting fish over the course of the previous eleven months. I had never meant to kill them. In fact, I did absolutely everything by the book, but they still died. Mr. Lee, the pet store owner, assured me I hadn't done anything wrong. I secretly suspected he was keeping something from me-some critical piece of caretaking instruction or water-purifying product that would keep my fish alive-because whatever it was, by withholding it, he ensured my lucrative repeat business. He played the helpful counselor, however, and, according to him, the Japanese fighting fish sometimes just lost their will to live after a simple change in surroundings and performed a sort of fish-style hari-kari. Three of them wasted away, two of them became grossly bloated, and Jacques, Moby, and Ballard had all developed mossy gill disease.

I looked sadly at nay ninth and longest-living fish, the six-month trouper whom I thought had changed my luck. Shackleton, so named for miraculously surviving an unfortunate wintertime power outage that had turned his bowl into an icebound wasteland, stared bravely back. Amazingly, he had lived through being thawed out. I had assumed this proved he was some sort of fish messiah, a powerful spiritual leader of the marine realm. But 1 should have known that even the mightiest of fish couldn't survive for long in my murderous clutches.

I was beginning to obsess about the implications for my fitness as a future mother if I couldn't even keep a tiny little fish alive for more than a few months when I caught sight of the clock. Twelve minutes. I quickly grabbed some magazines for the commute and rushed out the door, barely remembering to shed my sling along the way.

The good thing about working for a senator I respected was that I felt like I had a chance to make a positive difference in the world every day. The bad thing was that I worked so hard I didn't have time to notice things like the fact that I was wearing two different shoes until I was already on the Red Line, rapidly approaching my stop.

And the pathetic thing was, I probably wouldn't have noticed at all if I hadn't caught the snickering glances of two perfectly groomed Senate pages and looked down to let myself in on the joke.

In my opinion, it's not totally unreasonable to mix up two pairs of shoes of the same style but slightly different colors, like a navy blue and black loafer. Embarrassing, sure, but understandable, particularly if one didn't have a right arm to turn on the closet light while one rooted around with one's healthy limb. But a tan sandal and a bright red sneaker? I was fairly certain the only people capable of that would have to be somewhat mentally handicapped. Apparently, they could also be me.

I decided to act like I knew exactly what I was doing, and shot a pitying glance at the two page-babes-a glance that communicated how sorry I felt for them that though they were immaculately coiffed, they clearly hadn't heard about the newest look to hit the runways. And I, I who read the Economist for fun on the way to work because, yes, I was that smart and genuinely interested in what it had to say, also happened to be on the cutting edge of fashion. How sad for them, my demeanor purred. How fabulous to be me.

With that work done, I exited the Metro at Union Station and made my way down First Street to the Russell Senate Building, holding my head high and silently cursing the fact that I didn't have time to run into a shoestore and buy anything that made me look less like a clueless fool. But, I mused, even if I did have the time, there are some things money just can't buy.

Janet, the ultracompetent, middle-aged personal aide to the senator, glanced up as I entered the office. While talking on her phone headset, stapling a stack of briefs with one hand, and making a scheduling change with the other (difficult multitasking even with two perfectly intact arms), she also managed to smile at me.

"RG'll be here in five. He needs the committee brief right away," she said, in her pleasant but no-bullshit tone.

"It's all ready, no problem." I smiled back, trying to project confidence and professionalism before my first cup of coffee, which was no small feat.

RG was office shorthand for Robert Gary, junior senator from my home state of Ohio. The committee brief was for the Senate's Health Care Committee hearing on prescription drug plans for the elderly, scheduled to begin that morning. And I was responsible for the brief, along with shepherding the constituent slated to testify, because I was a domestic policy adviser to Senator Gary.

The fact that I had managed to become a health care analyst for a United States senator at the age of twenty-six still surprised me, and I lived in fear that someone would realize how ridiculous it was to have given me this sort of authority and fire me on the spot.

Born and raised in Ohio, I owed my passion for government to my mother, a political science professor for whom fostering interest in public service came naturally. From the beginning, I'd been an eager and enthusiastic student. And perhaps most significantly, my mom's only full-time one.

Under her tutelage, I'd learned early that participation was paramount and that change could be just an effort away. Together, we'd drawn up campaign posters for local candidates, passed out voter registration forms, and canvassed neighborhoods for initiatives in which we'd believed. In the mornings before school, she'd helped me read the newspaper and answered my questions. In the evenings, she'd edited my letters to the president for spelling mistakes. It had never occurred to me that all this might make me an enormous dork. I'd loved it.

I'd begun taking up my own causes in grade school. I'd tried to protect the rainforests, adopt litter-free highways, stop animal testing, ship school supplies to impoverished children in Haiti, and generally save the world one bake sale at a time.

In high school, I'd become obsessed with issues of free speech, railing against censorship and challenging the school newspaper to rise above it. I'd written passionate papers about how freedom and rebellion represented the beating heart of democracy. I hadn't been above invoking these themes to denounce the tyranny of dress codes and curfews.

I'd run for class office here and there, but mainly devoted myself to general activism. It hadn't been until college, at the University of Cincinnati, that I'd developed a more specialized interest in health care policy. This interest had grown out of a particularly intriguing freshman seminar on communicable diseases-a seminar which had provoked both a passion for health care reform as well as a terror of the essential vulnerability and filthiness of the human body. From that seminar forward, a sore throat was never just a sore throat-it was much more likely the beginning stages of Ebola, rickets, or wasting disease. Since then, I had dedicated myself to doing the little I could to prepare for the disasters that were sure to befall my relatively defenseless body.

I had also devoted myself to studying the complexity and flaws of the country's health care system. Its inadequacies and inequalities had offended and embarrassed me. I hadn't been able to understand how the government could continue to allow nearly forty-four million Americans, many of them children, to go uninsured. I'd been horrified to discover the price gouging that went on, and the toll that it took on lower- and middle-class families. And as my mother's daughter, I had resolved to do what I could to bring about change.

While slaving away on my thesis, I had landed interviews with Ohio's nineteen members of the House of Representatives and both senators. Senator Robert Gary had impressed me as head and shoulders above the rest with his thorough grasp of health care issues and his long-term vision. As he'd answered my questions and talked about his plans for reform, I'd felt a mixture of awe and inspiration.

I'd sent Gary a copy of my thesis and immediately volunteered for his reelection campaign upon graduation. I'd been flattered and terrified when he'd remembered me, complimented my thesis, and asked me to work with his domestic policy team specifically on health care issues. I'd thrown myself into it, written a couple of noteworthy briefs, and after Gary had won in a landslide, been asked to join his D.C. staff. Which was how I'd suddenly found myself in a position of real influence. Scary, but true.

I barely had time to sync my BlackBerry and scan e-mails before Janet was buzzing my line.

"RG's here. He added a meet-and-greet with the teachers' union, so you only have ten minutes right now to get him up to speed for the hearing. Go."

As I rushed to his office, I wondered if I would be able to brief him in only ten minutes if I didn't have a tongue. I could probably come close if I was equipped with markers and flip charts and more advanced charade talents than I currently possessed, but it would be tough. I'd been told I had very expressive eyes though, so as long as I could use those ... oooh, no tongue and blind, now that would probably stump me. How exactly would I go about-

"Can I help you with something?"

Senator Gary's sarcastic impatience put an end to my planning by alerting me that I must have been standing in his office looking like an entranced idiot for a good ten seconds. After a quick calculation I decided to pass on explaining that I had been musing a blind, tongueless existence and just get straight to the briefing.

"I'm here to prep you for the hearing, sir. Is now an okay time?"

He just looked at me for a moment and then nodded. He was tired, I could tell. He was a good-looking man and I thought the gray flecks in his dark hair made him look distinguished, but the deepening creases in his forehead and the bags under his eyes just made him look ragged. He was a workaholic with one-year-old twins at home, so that accounted for some of it, but I got the sense he was worrying about something else in the deep, portentous way he often had about him.

His blue suit, white shirt, red tie uniform was crisp and pressed as usual, but I noticed he had a yellowish stain on the collar of his shirt. I promised myself I'd gently bring that up after we got through the briefing. He'd be grateful without being embarrassed. I knew just the tone I'd use.

"Okay, sir, your committee today will be hearing testimony from Alfred Jackman, a constituent from your old congressional district. He's eighty-three and suffers from a kidney condition that leaves him in intense pain much of the time. The prescription drugs he needs are unaffordable on his budget of Social Security and pension payments, so he makes regular trips to Canada to obtain the cheaper generic versions that should be available to him here."

"And Medicare in its current incarnation doesn't cover what he needs, correct?"

"It doesn't come close, sir."

"And the price controls in Canada allow him to save what, forty to sixty percent?"

"He shaves fifty-five percent off his drug costs on average, sir."

RG was nodding and I felt lucky all over again that I worked for someone who actually understood the policy issues he was being briefed on. One of the major shocks of my twenty-six years was the discovery that a distressing number of the people holding the reins of our democracy were glad-handing lightweights. Not RG, though. He actually cared.

Continues...


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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 8, 2011

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    MY FAVORITE!

    I love this book. It is funny and adorable and realistic all at the same time. a truly unique character. Adore it! Read it and fall in love.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 16, 2011

    Hilarious.

    This is one of my all-time favorite books. I re-read it every summer and I just came on here to download it for my new nook and it's not available in ebook format! Nooooooo! I am hoping it comes out for the nook soon.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2010

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    One of my all time favorites

    This book made me laugh so hard I cried. Sammy is one of the funniest characters I have ever read. I let my dad read it and he couldn't put it down either- despite the fact that romance in it, it is an all around great read for anyone.

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  • Posted May 15, 2010

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    So funny, you will laugh out loud

    Funny, funny, funny...

    The main character could be your quirky best friend. A hilarious fictional work that shows a funny perspective of capital hill.
    The plot thickens as the main character finds herself on a political roller coaster supporting her employer..one of the only honest politicians in DC, while he rockets forward in the political arena.
    The main character finds her in hilarious predicaments that she solves with the help of her also quirky friends.

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  • Posted May 14, 2010

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    A Twist on Real Life in DC

    Gore starts the book off as though the characters were in mid-sentence with you which is a great feeling! Immediately understanding the protagonist, Sammy, and her issues is a great insight to the novel. With recent events in Washington, the discussion of healthcare reform should resonate loudly with the reader. Learning more about her romance with Aaron Driver and the repeated run-ins with Charlie Lawton while balancing a full-time staffing job of a US Senator is full of laughs and "I can't believe that really happened to her" moments. Sammy's promotion to work for her boss as her party's Vice Presidential candidate brings yet another level to the amount of work she tries to accomplish in a mere 24 hours a day. From the opening lines to the ending, Sammy's Hill is an engrossing read and will definitely give a lift to your day.

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  • Posted March 20, 2010

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    A really fun read - especially for Bridget Jones fans

    This was so close to Bridget Jones, that at first I was turned off, but I warmed to it very soon. Sammy is a kinder, gentler Bridget Jones. Whereas Bridget doesn't have much going for her, Sammy is at least very efficient at her job, even though she's got the klutz thing going on. Although I knew right where it was going, I enjoyed the ride. It was also interesting to speculate what fictional American political figures in the book might be patterned after real political figures. It gave me hope that perhaps not every politician is a jaded player. There could be some out there who are interested in decency and who feel they really do work for and are accountable to the people. Or members of the "pubic" (read the book!).

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  • Posted October 16, 2009

    Loved it!

    Couldn't put it down! From cover to cover, it took me less than 24 hours. There are pieces of Sammy that everyone can identify with, be it her addiction to the man that is clearly wrong for her, her affinity for sticking her foot in her mouth, or her self-proclaimed status as a hypochondriac. I must admit, after reading the first chapter, I wasn't that excited about the book, but it quickly took off from there. Sammy's Hill was a fabulous read - thank goodness I also bought Sammy's House so I can follow Samantha Joyce to the White House!!

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  • Posted January 26, 2009

    GREAT BOOK!!

    Really funny book that I truly enjoyed from cover to cover!

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  • Posted December 2, 2008

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    Reviewed by Amber Gibson for TeensReadToo.com

    SAMMY'S HILL throws young and idealistic Sammy Jones into the fiercely competitive, smooth-talking, back-stabbing world of D.C. politics. While at times it can be a struggle just to keep her head above water, Sammy never wavers in her commitment to serving the public good and bringing about honest change through the democratic system. <BR/><BR/>Working as a domestic policy advisor for a U.S. Senator is by no means easy, but Sammy adores her boss and works her butt off to make sure that he has the best information possible to make decisions about health care policy. Sammy is on a quest to make health care affordable for all Americans, and she will do whatever it takes to pass the necessary legislation. Pulling all-nighters fueled only by coffee and calling in weed-addled senior citizens to give testimony at Senate committee hearings are par for the course. <BR/><BR/>When she starts dating a staff member of a rival Senator, Sammy's professional and personal lives intertwine, with occasionally disastrous consequences. With her quirky and klutzy character, Sammy is lovable and easy to relate to. Who hasn't been conned into buying far-too-expensive Japanese fighting fish from a secret agent of the North Korean regime? <BR/><BR/>Kristin Gore is genius at crafting a witty storyline, too complex to be deemed merely chick-lit, but hilarious and with a proper dash of romance nonetheless. For anyone who adores romantic comedies but finds them often all too predictable, SAMMY'S HILL is a more intelligent alternative, with underlying messages about politics and life effortlessly woven into fast-paced entertainment. <BR/><BR/>Sammy's optimism and perseverance are inspiring and refreshing in a world that most associate with dirty money and personal agendas. If there were more Sammy Jones' in Washington, the world would be a better place.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2008

    I was expecting more

    After reading the great reviews on Sammy's Hill here, I was disappointed. I found Sammy to be seriously neurotic and superstitious, and the whole book preachy concerning the health care system in the U.S. I just couldn't identify with Sammy at all, although parts of the book were funny. For those reasons I'm only giving it two stars. I had hoped it would be something more than it was.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2007

    First Time I've Ever Reviewed a Book!

    I just got done reading Sammy's Hill today and it was one great romp around the country. I am so glad that the follow up, Sammy's House, is available. I'm not done with this character yet, that's for sure!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2006

    Great first book

    I thought Sammy's Hill was great. Gore shows how females are making their way into the political picture with a witty sense of humor and realistic stuggles.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2006

    surprisingly good

    i love politics, but i wasn't sure what to think of this 'political chick lit' book. i was very pleasantly surprised. the author's voice is warm and hilarious, and although it is 'chick lit' it has some substance to it, as well as brains. i can't wait to read her next one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2006

    Very funny!

    I loved this book! I just finished it and am totally bummed there's not another one to read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2006

    Hilarious read!

    Sammy's Hill is a hilarious, 'laugh out loud' read. If you are having a bad day, week, or year, pick up Sammy's Hill and it will pick you up! If you have ever done anything embarrasing you will feel better reading this book as Sammy has done much more humiliating things than you dreamt imaginable!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 24, 2005

    This is life on the 'Hill'

    This book is wonderful, Kristen Gore could have been reading out of my diary of life on the hill. This is a must read for every twenty-something looking for romance and a career, especially for those of us living in DC!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2005

    Absoultely Loved It!!!

    I read this book and I absolutely loved it!! I work on the Hill and 'Sammy's Hill' was a somewhat true depiction of life on the Hill. Although, life on the Hill is not that dramatic, as it was depicted in the novel(ie: man gets high before testifying at a committee hearing or someone is accused of being a spy just because he/she shops at a certain place all the time), I loved it because I knew of the many places Kristin Gore talked about and the fact that it took place in DC.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2005

    Hilarious Read

    Sammy Jones and her wildly aloof imagination had me rolling on the floor laughing and rushing to turn the pages.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2005

    Page turner filled with excitement, laughter, and love

    This is one of the best books I've read in a long time. The author does a great job of telling an entertaining story with lots of laughs, love, and hope. I felt like I was right in the middle of Washington D.C., going through everything with 'Sammy'. Thanks for a great read, and please, write another one!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2005

    Sammy's Hill

    I loved this book. Kristen Gore is a wonderful author who kept me laughing. I simply could not put the book down. When is her next book coming out? The characters were so human, so real - at times I felt like I could relate to Sammy. This book was recommended by my sister, who also loved it, I am SO glad I borrowed it. Definitely worth reading and sharing with others

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