don’t like to let him drive when I’m a passenger. His idea of traffic safety is going too fast for the cops to catch up. “You sure?” I tossed him the keys. Usually, I don’t like to be in the car when he’s behind the wheel,
I highlighted this because it illustrates, in one paragraph, one of the reasons I found the writing in this novel insufferable. There was so much repetition in the narrative. Every few pages, the writer explained something she'd already explained. "I don't like to let him drive when I'm a passenger..." "I don't like to be in the car when he's behind the wheel..." The whole book is like that.
