This is one of those books that frustrates a fledgling writer like me. I can't remember how I came across this title or why I downloaded it to my Kindle, but I'm sure it looked interesting to me.
The story started out fine, two marriages about to collapse and a little boy caught in the middle. A car accident that leaves a mother dead is the catalyst to the rest of the story. And I enjoyed the story... for awhile. The writing deteriorated into something just this side of a wet dishrag. The characters followed suit, becoming dull and uninteresting. And if the author used the expression 'cupped his face' one more time I might have stopped reading. She used the same description over and over again that it detracted from her ability to tell a story.
And then one simple bit of research that the author didn't bother to do, set me over the edge. Charlie goes to Pittsburgh to find the man his dead wife was having an affair with. The man tells his side of the story and that his own wife is a nurse at McGee Women's Hospital. Most readers wouldn't even give the name of a hospital a second glance. I, however, was born in Pittsburgh at Magee Women's Hospital. As soon as I read it, I knew something wasn't right.
As a writer myself, I work hard at giving readers what makes them happy. This author seemed to shove out words without a thought and still got published. Arrggghhhhh!!!!
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