I wanted to like this book as I have enjoyed this author in the past, but this one didn't work for me.

I have no problem with the issue of cheating. It happens. To find it in literature is unavoidable. I'm a firm believer in mimicking life, that not every book should be about skipping through flowers and sunshine. But I must relate to or sympathize with the characters somehow. I couldn't stand a single soul in this book...except the kids maybe.

Caroline is playing with fire. She is dying. Instead of enjoying the time she has left, she spends it bickering with her husband because she insists on finding his next wife.

Edward...takes advantage of this...perhaps not willingly or even knowingly at first, but his secret meetings with another woman--not on Caroline's possible wife radar had me perturbed. And Angie...she shoulda known better. I'm sorry, but the woman is dying of cancer. It makes it all worse.

I could have lived with all this and even enjoyed the book despite the fact I loathed the characters, but for one thing that drove me absolutely batty. TMI!!! Every character that was introduced, we had to be given their entire life history and story!

I could skip five or six pages and not miss a beat. I couldn't care less what so and so's mother did or grandmother..and all that.

Just wow. Cool story line, unlikable characters, not well implemented.