I have reviewed many romances here, but I have never read anything that told the story of love the way Calvin Trillin does in About Alice. Trillan, a staff writer at the New Yorker, had written often of his wife, but felt that he had made her into a caricature of herself. After her death in 2001, he set out to tell the whole story of this remarkable woman and of their relationship. Be warned that you will not be able to read this without shedding a tear.