I still rue the day I picked up this book from the library and even more, reading the first page. The overly-contrived plot contains unbelievably "perfect" characters and comes off as just hokey and ridiculous. Oh, how I regret reading to the end. The sappy sentimentality. The over-the-top crude attempts at "tear-jerker moments." I resent James Patterson's theft of the three hours of my life it took to read this (although it would have been less had I not kept putting it down to debate whether to invest any more time). When the book ended, I hated the characters. My contempt for this book ranks right up there with the movie "City of Angels", which I still regret going to see. Any tears I shed were from rage and frustration.