Anna Quindlen books are very easy to read, the words flow smoothly and without difficulty but sometimes the topic itself is quite lacking in character just like this novel. The characters are all stereotypes to the extreme. Meghan Fitzmaurice is the oldest of the two sisters – she is rich, powerful enough to interview the President or get flow to Iraq or Iran to interview their Prime Minister, beautiful and regal. Bridget is the stereotypical younger sister barely on the heels of her successful sister’s footsteps. She’s now a social worker but have had more than enough career changes to get there, she’s wayward and has always needed her big sister to protect her. Meghan’s son Leo is just absolutely perfect. Tall, handsome, lacrosse player, soccer player, undeniably smart. Read: boring. They’re all boring.

And the crisis that was Meghan’s fall from grace was just ridiculous.

Like Jodi Picoult’s novels, Quindlen’s book are compulsively readable and you almost have that twinge of guilt if you don’t finish it so I kept on going.