Title: Don't let the sexy cover fool you.
Product review: A friend recommended this, and when I saw the sexy cover, I thought, excellent -- I'm in for a wild ride. But this is high-brow chick-lit, without many surprises, and left me unsatisfied. It's a tale of self-discovery, sure, but at the end I felt it was a weak discovery. I wish I could get away from my life of material comfort, job prosperity, and surgeon spouse, only to realize that, hey, maybe my life ain't so bad afterall. Still, it's well written and moves quickly. I finished it in a couple of nights. But I wish it had gone deeper into the darkside of grief. I wouldn't call this self-destructive behavior. I mean, how bad can things get when you're staying at the Four Seasons (as this character does for most of the book)?
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