The best thing about this book was the crossed stitched cover.
Jennifer works the New York Times and has a masters in Journalism, therefore you would think she could spin a good yarn. This story was just so dull, and so dragged out. She cries, weeps, sobs, more than once a chapter, and she does just a terrible job of telling this story that she just writes about her sobbing and then looking in the mirror to clean up her face. When the character isnt crying she is fighting with her family or someone else. The other repetitive activity was characters telling each other how much they love it each other.
Both her parents die of Cancer, because they smoked for 50 years. She goes into painstaking detail of each breath her parents take while dying. She tells you which apartment they slept in that night. She tells you what they were eating for dinner the night her mother has a stroke. Then after both parents die she still keeps gossiping with other family members. With "do you think Dad every cheated on mom?" "Did you know about dad's past?" And the family members would dish on each other. AND she gave the boring details over and over again, with boring dialogue.
The only redeeming value of the book is even when she uncovered all the dirt on her dead parents, she still loved them. I am sure we all love our parents, despite their flaws.
I was so glad with this book was over. The author might have cried ever other page, but I never shed one tear. She should have used a ghost writer with talent.
Read some of the reviews on amazon, you will probably be glad you read something else.
Jennifer works the New York Times and has a masters in Journalism, therefore you would think she could spin a good yarn. This story was just so dull, and so dragged out. She cries, weeps, sobs, more than once a chapter, and she does just a terrible job of telling this story that she just writes about her sobbing and then looking in the mirror to clean up her face. When the character isnt crying she is fighting with her family or someone else. The other repetitive activity was characters telling each other how much they love it each other.
Both her parents die of Cancer, because they smoked for 50 years. She goes into painstaking detail of each breath her parents take while dying. She tells you which apartment they slept in that night. She tells you what they were eating for dinner the night her mother has a stroke. Then after both parents die she still keeps gossiping with other family members. With "do you think Dad every cheated on mom?" "Did you know about dad's past?" And the family members would dish on each other. AND she gave the boring details over and over again, with boring dialogue.
The only redeeming value of the book is even when she uncovered all the dirt on her dead parents, she still loved them. I am sure we all love our parents, despite their flaws.
I was so glad with this book was over. The author might have cried ever other page, but I never shed one tear. She should have used a ghost writer with talent.
Read some of the reviews on amazon, you will probably be glad you read something else.
