I thought this book was terrible, and it baffles me how so many people love it.
It reads like it was written by Hipster Seattle Florist Barbie. Everyone has a perfect life. If someone they love died or left them, another person walks in almost immediately to fill the void. In the few cases where that doesn't happen oh-so-conveniently, don't worry because it was only a Lesson to teach them how to Grow as People and they're better off now anyway. Also don't worry because all the widowers and divorcees in this book have perfect houses and perfect jobs and perfect children and perfect families and friends. In other words, no one is really imperiled like ever. In other other words, it's dead boring.
Some of the careers the people in this book have: florist, salon owner, bakery owner, gallery owner, successful journalist, carpenter. All that's missing is the wedding planner who can't find love herself and the architect who never does any actual work. It's like every single person walked out of a Nora Ephron movie. But, her movies are almost all 100x better than this book. One of these people lives in her grandparents' inherited mini-mansion with heirloom cherry trees in the backyard. One of them lives in a perfect house that her fiancee bought for her as a surprise. Because that's totally how you buy a house. One of them lives in a houseboat. I'm serious. No one worries about money ever. No one worries about illness or death or even life's everyday annoyances. Surgeries, for instance, are optional ideas that a doctor might suggest and the patient can just kind of think about indefinitely. Death and sadness exist merely so that the characters have an excuse to stare off into the distance once in a while with a far-away look on their sexy faces.
Almost without exception, the characters in the book are insufferable. The only stories I even slightly enjoyed were Mel's, Mary's, and a teensy bit Lo's. Everyone else can go to hell. Our main character, Jane, is blessed with this gift to "see" love. She's more than happy to interfere in the lives of conveniently placed, advice-needing strangers, but, and I can not stress this enough, absolutely horrible when it comes to her friends. Which makes her a horrible friend. She just kind of floats through life in a very boring way, watching her friends struggle with things she's perfectly positioned to help them with and not helping, and you have to suffer through reading about it.
Her friend Elaine pissed me off the most. Her husband is an adorable, loving, and successful man and she has two beautiful children. But of course she hates her life because, even though she married her husband and therefore obviously at some point loved him, she wants Adventure and Freedom, not boring-old Loyalty and Kindness!
See, her husband is horrible because they got married in a picturesque ceremony on Christmas Eve, and then when she completely forgets their anniversary as the book starts he doesn't even mind, and gets her a totally thoughtful and adorable present, and she cries because it's not the charm bracelet she loved and lost when she was 12. I'm not kidding. Even though she forgot to get him ANYTHING, she expects an impossible present and literally feels disappointed when he doesn't deliver. And we're supposed to feel sorry for HER.
Then this convenient widower moves in next door and, wow! Both of our grandmothers were from Sicily! You like hot air balloons? So do I! You're slightly less boring and a touch more romantic than my own husband? OK, this is love, this is total love and not bored housewife infatuation AT ALL. Sigh.
Almost all of the characters in the book are likewise annoying as hell. Even when they aren't, the writing is so bad it hardly makes a difference. You just imagine the better book that could have been when you're reading cringey "of the moment" phrases like "they looked like they stepped out of a Pinterest page. She's tall and stunningly beautiful, wearing a striped knit dress and a stylish denim jacket. I admire her wedge heels." Like what is this, Nancy Drew? The TV shows Scandal and True Blood also get referenced. It's all just so achingly superficial.
Most of the book is dialogue. For some reason this made me tired. Everyone speaks in cliches and platitudes and all anyone talks about ever is love, love, love. The conversations are all stilted, unnatural sounding messes. Example: "Tulips are the only flowers that continue to grow, up to an inch, or more, after they're cut. Have you ever watched them? They reach toward the sun, seeking it, reveling in it. They are strong, even as they fade. Their petals take on a wrinkled grace and fall like brave teardrops." Jane says this to one of her friends, Lo, to compare her to a tulip. Lo does not respond with "'wrinkled grace'? Are you saying I look old? And what the fuck is a 'brave teardrop'?" No, instead she says "Thanks Jane, I needed to hear that today." Because of course she does.
For a book that talks so much about love, it really does not understand what love is or how it happens. If two people like the same food in this book, that's an indication of love. If a guy doesn't understand what flowers are great and what flowers are cheap, obviously not love. The book is so full of meet cutes and so grossly predictable it made my teeth hurt. Literally it's like these people say "what could possibly go wrong?" and then something goes wrong. In fact they pretty much foreshadow every single plot point to you with their incessant dialogue.
The book is so badly written that in one late chapter, we see a conversation between Jane and Mel from Jane's point of view and then later, the same conversation from Mel's. Except it's not the same conversation. The dialogue is completely different. From a better author, I would chalk this up to some witty exploration of unreliable narrators. But this isn't a better author. I was shocked that something like this could get through the editing process. Since it happens so late in the book, I believe this must be because the editor had long ago given up on salvaging anything out of this drivel.
Also, and this is a SPOILER, when someone gets in a horrible accident, goes into a coma, and becomes paralyzed. They cannot keep that a secret from their spouse. Especially when their spouse has called the police and filed a missing person report, and has been frantically dialing this person's number for days. And especially when hospitals search out emergency contacts and next of kin in situations like this. So there's that.
I wish I had just watched Grey's Anatomy.