Has anyone noticed that this guy can't write? And that he hates women?
There were scenes in this book so sexist that they literally took my breath away. Clay Carter, the young lawyer with the heart of gold, is being stalked by two beautiful women who are absolute cartoon characters. I mean, really! They are shallow, selfish, two-faced, manipulative, lazy, whiny, clingy, needy, bossy, weepy, and dishonest.
That would be bad enough, but the weird thing about the way Grisham writes is that . . . he doesn't care. Never for one minute do you believe that Clay Carter feels anything about his girl friend, or the downtrodden sick people, or the drug-addled junkies, or anything else. The whole book is like a weird, weird, ego trip . . . yet all the guy actually does is make a whole of money, then blow it, then get beat up.
The happy ending literally made me want to throw up. Given how phony the love story was it was like a big F.U. to everyone who actually read the book.
I don't know why I even read this piece of crap. The worst Harlequin Presents ever written is better than this! And this guy looks down on women?