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Post 6: The Exotic Life of Karen van der Zee

I actually found this assignment more interesting as I researched then I thought I would, no seriously. Karen van der Zee has lived a very exciting life, full of traveling. Traveling to places I can only dream of, like Amsterdam, Kenya, and Ghana are just a few. Along the way of these adventures she met her husband, in Amsterdam and married him in Rome, he was also what she referred to as a "globe trotting american". From reading her blog information about her life here, she sounds like such a free spirited person, eventually having three children of her own. She writes heavily in the romance style, which is what I would consider her "A Secret Sorrow" to be, I do believe that her own romance is portrayed through this story, because she made the love Kai and Faye had so strong that they were able to have each other, and love each other enough, to not let the fact that Faye cannot bear a child get in the way of their relationship. I do not know if it is a coincidence that in this story Karen had them adopt three children, because she has three as well. I think that Karen found her soul mate whom she married, and reflected that strong will in Kai and Faye who loved each other for who they were. That is how any good relationship should be, you accept the good, and the bad of a partner and you love them with everything you have in you. To have a successful love, both sides have to feel the same. Call me the hopeless romantic, but that is how I interpreted Karen's biography into "A Secret Sorrow".

 http://www.karenvanderzee.com/biography/

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  1. UnknownSeptember 9, 2017 at 7:03 PM

    This was very interesting, and with a lot of great points!! It sounds like her writing is very much so influenced by her own life.

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  2. UnknownSeptember 9, 2017 at 8:58 PM

    This was a great post you did. I do agree in some ways that her romance was like in the story, but didn't specified that her three children that her three children was adopted or born biologically like in the story.

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