NEW REVIEW
ETA: Okay, I finished it.
I still stand by my original opinion. Three unlikable women are the main characters in this novel.
Cecilia is a ninny. She finds this letter in the attic addressed to her, only to be opened when her husband dies. He's not dead. She spends the first half of the book waffling between should-I-open-it/should-I-not. It's annoying. Meanwhile, she runs through every scenario she can think of and also fantasizes about what every single family member and friend would advise her to do.
Then she finally opens the letter and spends the second half of the book waffling about what to do with the information it contains. Needless to say, I found this character to be very frustrating.
Tess is a woman experiencing the ultimate betrayal - her husband is in love with her cousin. Her cousin who is so close to her they are like twin sisters. She flees to another city with her 6-year-old son to rethink her life.
Rachel is consumed with rage and grief since her daughter was found murdered in a park a few decades ago. This rage and grief frankly makes her a huge jerk. She hates her daughter-in-law for no discernible reason and is a real jerk to her. Also, after her daughter was killed she pretty much just ignored her poor son. So he's grown up really almost estranged from her. I didn't like her.
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This book is just chock full of guilt and suffering. Oh, pain, suffering, guilt! Punishment from God!!! Isn't that what life is all about? Um, no, it isn't. And it isn't really what I want to read about either.
This book had other problems as well.
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1.) FEMALE-ON-FEMALE HATE
What is WITH books/movies/tv trying to convince me that women are bitches? I certainly don't talk to my friend nicely and then immediately think hateful comments about her. Every single woman in this book was like:
"Hi, Joan! Oh, what a lovely dress you have on. Are you coming to the party Saturday?"
Internal thoughts: Wow, I hate Joan. She is skinnier than me. Also she makes great potato salad. That angers me because I buy my potato salad instead of homemaking it!
Or some such shit like that. WTF? I really don't know many women who are like this. A very small percentage. What is the deal with making us all look like backstabbing hate-filled competitors? This is not how I feel about other women at all. :( Reading this kind of stuff makes me sad. Characters in this book do this to close friends, family members, distant acquaintances... any other woman in the vicinity.
2.) FAT-HATE
According to this book, fat women are like the most tragic, horrifying people on Earth. They are like the victims of some horrible disfiguring tragedy that makes children cry and people avert their eyes. No man in their right mind would ever date/touch/have sex with/kiss one unless he was a.) very charitable or b.) a 'fat freak' who 'chases chubby women.' (No mention/comments on fat men, which I thought was interesting.)
I was practically laughing my ass of at this. Fat women have sex. They get married. Men fall in love with them. Despite what the media tells you, fat women have sex/dates/love just like anyone else. Almost every single fat woman I know is in a healthy, loving relationship with a "normal" (meaning: not a "chubby chaser" or loser or whatever scraps people think fat women end up with) guy. It would never even occur to me to think, "She can't get a date because she's fat" because in my experience fat women get a lot of play. So fuck this shit! Don't believe a word of what this book tells you. You don't have to look like a Victoria's Secret ad to get a husband.
Whenever I read a book filled with fat hate, I am confused. Even if the author is not fat herself, doesn't she have fat people she loves and admires and relies on in her life? Her grandma? Her mom? Her aunt? Her cousin? Her best friend? Her favorite librarian? It's extra-weird with this book because fat/overweight men are NEVER MENTIONED - as if they simply don't exist, or if they do it's not an issue because they're not women.
Actually, this book is very appearance focused when it comes to women. Not just being thin, but are you wearing make-up? Stylish clothes? Trying to look your best like you should? I didn't like it. Basically it was saying that getting a husband and having kids and being a mom is THE ONLY IMPORTANT THING in life. Yes, it is very important, but so is some other stuff.
3.) EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION
This book is one of those books that is trying to "slam you with feels," as they say on GR. Moriarty is very emotionally manipulative. Children get hurt, badly. A teenaged girl is murdered. A husband chooses to cheat on his wife with her cousin/best friend. A woman loses over a hundred pounds and goes through a radical transformation. Blah blah blah, tug on your heartstrings, blah blah blah.
Listen, I don't appreciate this. I know some people LOVE going to movies that make them cry. They know the movie is going to make them cry, and that makes them excited. I AM NOT THIS TYPE OF PERSON. If I feel like the author is trying to grab me by the ovaries and wrest some emotion out of me, I don't get weepy. I get angry. What's your point? Really. What is the point of this book? Yeah, it has no point.
4.) EPILOGUE
The thing that most illustrates how pointless this book is is the frustrating and anger-inducing epilogue, in which Moriarty breaks down about 85 different what-if possibilities. What if little Bobby didn't choose to ride his bike to the corner store that day? What if Jeannie wore a red dress instead of a blue one? What if Juan bought a motorcycle instead of an engagement ring for his girlfriend? OMG, everything would have changed! Life would be so different! OMG! Doesn't that blow your mind?!!?!?!
*crickets chirping*
NO! No, it doesn't blow my mind! None of that shit happened! What is the point of standing around all day and talking for six hours about what COULD have happened? It DIDN'T happen. That's the point. What happened is what actually happened. Yes, things could have gone a thousand different ways. BUT THEY DIDN'T.
It's not like this is a time travel book where you could go back and change something. Now that would be cool. Then, in that case, I would be on board with analyzing different possibilities and their outcomes. But Moriarty's world is already set in stone, so I find this a rather morbid, heartrending, pointless exercise - a kind of non-stop weepy circle jerk that was annoying and added NOTHING to the story - and in fact made it worse. Due to something revealed in the epilogue, the whole book and plot is basically negated. It sucks.
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Tl;dr - Emotionally manipulative fiction aimed at women. Promotes woman-on-woman hate, fat-shaming, and a very middle-class, nuclear family is everything, my-husband-and-my-children-are-my-whole-life worldview. Typical. Just very, very typical of this genre. Nothing new or exciting. Nothing fresh or interesting. Avoid unless you like TFIOS, Nicholas Sparks, and "chick-lit" that is the heavy kind which tries to deal with serious issues.
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OLD REVIEW
I don't think I can finish it.
Here's what I said to Kat Stark about it:
I don't think I'm cut out for manipulative heart-wrenching stuff. I feel the author is trying to make me feel all maudlin. It's the same feeling I get from TFIOS or Nicholas Sparks. There's so many "chick-lit" (hate that term) stereotypes in here: a woman's husband falls in love with her cousin (a cousin who was once obese but now tiny) so we've got he's-cheating-with-my-sister(cousin)/she-lost-all-the-weight.
Then we have a woman who finds a secret envelope addressed to her from her husband "to be opened upon the event of my death" and you don't know what's in it but you know it's really bad. They stopped having sex six months ago and she doesn't know what's wrong.
Then there's a grandmother who's 17-year-old daughter was murdered by a boy(friend) years ago. She's grieving and obsessed with her only grandchild, but he's being "taken away" from her because her DIL got a job in NYC. She always has suspected and hated a certain man in town who she THINKS killed her daughter - I'd bet you $500 he didn't really do it.
You know? It's the kind of book where at the end everyone cries, hugs and learns a big Lesson About Life, but at the same time it's really sad - humans are so fucked up, blah blah blah.
It's just the kind of thing that sets my teeth on edge.
I might not finish it. Or come back to it later. At least the crappy romances I've been reading are cheerful! :) LOL
I know, everyone thinks it is great. I don't know what's wrong with me. I really hate boo-hoo stories though, and I feel like this is a boo-hoo story. I don't like books whose basic message is "Life is so tragic, but we must keep living!" or something. Also, no one was really likable.
P.S. And none of this is too spoilery, just first-three-chapters stuff.